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Our father the novelist; my husband the poet. He belongs to the ages – just don't catch him at breakfast. Artists, celebrated for their humanity, they turn out to be scarcely human at all.

— Alan Bennett Writing Home (1994)

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To play Trivial Pursuit with a life like mine could be said to be a form of homeopathy.

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I have no doubt that in heaven the angels will regard the blessed as a necessary evil.

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I lack what the English call character, by which they mean the power to refrain.

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The majority of people perform well in a crisis and when the spotlight is on them; it's on the Sunday afternoons of this life, when nobody is looking, that the spirit falters.

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