Kafka could never have written as he did had he lived in a house.
ALAN BENNETT…she felt about reading what some writers felt about writing: that it was impossible not to do it and that at this late stage of her life she had been chosen to read as others were chosen to write.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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You go to a book to have your convictions corroborated.
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Knowing as their own dusk falls that they will only be remembered for remembering someone else.
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Nor did they seem to think one had done them a kindness by reading their writings. Rather they had done one the kindness by writing them.
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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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It’s much easier to follow something that’s not been as successful as this.
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What 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.
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The thing I think about is that once you’ve done it, you then start to think about what you’re going to do next.
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It [Cambridge] wasn’t a holy grail in the sense that I’d never been to Cambridge.
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But most men regard their life as a poem that women threaten.
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If you think squash is a competitive activity, try flower arranging.
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I suppose I’m the only person who remembers one of the most exciting of his ballets-it’s the fruit of an unlikely collaboration between Nijinsky on the one hand and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle on the other.
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What I’m above all primarily concerned with is the substance of life, the pith of reality.
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The days weren’t long enough for the reading she wanted to do.
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I think perhaps that’s why I live in Ibiza, because the blue of the Mediterranean, you see, reminds me of the blue of the eyes of those Doncaster miners.
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Put him in a nice detached villa and he’d never have written a word.
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