Schweitzer in the Congo did not derive more moral credit than Larkin did for living in Hull.
ALAN BENNETTI’ve never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.
More Alan Bennett Quotes
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Imagine that. Per person. This means that if the time scale is diminished in proportion to that of space it would be quite possible for the whole story of Greece and Rome to be played out between farts.
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Remember. You are a physician. You are not a policeman nor are you a minister of religion.
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At eighty things do not occur; they recur.
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The masters had no idea what was expected of you in the scholarship exam, so you just had to busk it really.
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Reading is untidy, discursive and perpetually inviting. Briefing closes down a subject, reading opens it up.
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And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours
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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 best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you.
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Soft Left, Hard Right, Soft Right and Centre. I am not listed. I should probably come under Soft Centre.
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Once I start a book I finish it. That was the way one was brought up.
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So, half a dozen of us tried – not all of us in history – and we all eventually got in. So, to that extent, it [The History Boys] comes out of my own experience.
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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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Why is it always the “intelligent” people who are socialists?
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Memories are not shackles, Franklin, they are garlands.
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Here I sit, alone at 60, Bald and fat and full of sin Cold the seat, and loud the cistern As I read the (Harpic) (Lysol) tin
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