One reads for pleasure…it is not a public duty.
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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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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If I am doing nothing, I like to be doing nothing to some purpose. That is what leisure means.
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Mark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.
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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.
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But then books, as I’m sure you know, seldom prompt a course of action.
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But most men regard their life as a poem that women threaten.
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I’m for the freedom of expression, given that it will be under strict control.
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Books are not about passing the time. They’re about other lives. Other worlds.
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At eighty things do not occur; they recur.
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We started off trying to set up a small anarchist community, but people wouldn’t obey the rules.
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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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[talking about the Holocaust] ‘But to put something in context is a step towards saying it can be understood and that it can be explained.
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Our father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages – just don’t catch him at breakfast.
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But the headmaster happened to have been to Cambridge and decided to try and push some of us towards Oxford and Cambridge.
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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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