Mark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.
ALAN BENNETTI don’t talk very well. With writing, you’ve time to get it right. Also I’ve found the more I talk the less I write, and if I didn’t write no one would want me to talk anyway.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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One reads for pleasure…it is not a public duty.
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If I had to sum up my work, I suppose that’s it really: I’m taking the pith out of reality.
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Nature played a cruel trick on her by giving her a waxed mustache.
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If, for instance, we’d made the film after the show had been to Broadway, it would have been exactly the same film but we would have been assured that they would have understood it.
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Of course they’re out of date. Standards are always out of date. That is what makes them standards.
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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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Far from wanting time to pass, one just wishes one had more of it. If one wanted to pass the time one could go to New Zealand.
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My experience came before most of you were born.
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The days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
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Were we closer to the ground as children, or is the grass emptier now?
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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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They may not have two spondees to rub together but they still want to pen their saga untrammelled by life-threatening activities like trailing round Sainsbury’s, emptying the dishwasher or going to the nativity play.
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Our perspective on the past alters. Looking back, immediately in front of us is dead ground.
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The Breed never dies. Sapper, Buchan, Dornford Yates, practitioners in that school of Snobbery withViolence that runs like a thread of good-class tweed through twentieth-century literature.
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Artists, celebrated for their humanity, they turn out to be scarcely human at all.
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