An article on playwrights in the Daily Mail , listed according to Hard Left,
ALAN BENNETTA composite too are the neighbours, Pauline and Rufus, though I have made Rufus a publisher in remembrance of my neighbour, the late Colin Haycraft, the proprietor of Duckworth’s.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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Knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.
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It’s subjunctive history. You know, the subjunctive? The mood used when something may or may not have happened. When it is imagined.
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However bad the weather, Dad never drove to church because Mam thought the sacrament might make him incapable on the return journey.
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A book, as it were, closes the book.
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Books did not care who was reading them or whether one read them or not. All readers were equal, herself included. Literature, she thought, is a commonwealth; letters a republic.
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Over the years Miss Shepherd was visited by a succession of social workers so the character in the play is a composite figure.
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Definition of a classic: a book everyone is assumed to have read and often thinks they have.
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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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So boring you fall asleep halfway through her name.
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If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging.
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The longer I practise medicine, the more convinced I am there are only two types of cases: those that involve taking the trousers off and those that don’t.
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Life is rather like a tin of sardines – we’re all of us looking for the key.
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My films are about embarrassment.
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To read is to withdraw.To make oneself unavailable. One would feel easier about it if the pursuit inself were less…selfish.
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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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