There is no such thing as a good script, onlya good film, and I’m conscious that my scripts often read better than they play.
ALAN BENNETTWhat she was finding also was how one book led to another, doors kept opening wherever she turned and the days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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A book is a device to ignite the imagination.
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I lack what the English call character, by which they mean the power to refrain.
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I’ve never forgotten that experience. But I had nobody at school that was either like Hector or Irwin.
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Because you should realise the Cenotaph and the Last Post and all that stuff is concerned, there’s no better way of forgetting something than by commemorating it.
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You don’t put your life into your books, you find it there.
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[B]riefing is not reading. In fact it is the antithesis of reading. Briefing is terse, factual and to the point.
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A bookshelf is as particular to its owner as are his or her clothes; a personality is stamped on a library just as a shoe is shaped by the foot.
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Of course my standards are out of date! That’s why they’re called standards.
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If you find yourself born in Barnsley and then set your sights on being Virginia Woolf it is not going to be roses all the way.
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At eighty things do not occur; they recur.
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Knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.
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Artists, celebrated for their humanity, they turn out to be scarcely human at all.
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History is a commentary on the various and continuing incapabilities of men. What is history? History is women following behind with the bucket.
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Illogically, I tend to assume that if you ( Philip Larkin) dream of caning schoolgirls bottoms, it disqualifies you from dismissing half the nation as work-shy.
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The Waste Land not figuring very largely in Mam’s scheme of things. “The thing is,” I said finally, “he won the Nobel Prize.” “Well,” she said, with that unerring grasp of inessentials which is the prerogative of mothers, “I’m not surprised. It was a beautiful overcoat.”
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