Quotes by: J. B. Priestley
|J. B. Priestley
J. B. Priestley
13 September 1894|
Manningham, Bradford, West Riding of Yorkshire, England
||14 August 1984
Stratford-upon-Avon, Warwickshire, England
Public opinion polls are rather like children in a garden, digging things up all the time to see how they're growing.
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned. The perfect life is spread before us every day, but it changes and withers at a touch.
She was a handsome woman of forty-five and would remain so for many years.
Accidents, try to change them - it's impossible. The accidental reveals man.
Perhaps it would be better not to be a writer, but if you must, then write.
I know only two words of American slang, 'swell' and 'lousy'. I think 'swell' is lousy, but 'lousy' is swell.
To show a child what once delighted you, to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness.
The greatest writers of this age... are aware of the mystery of our existence.
There are plenty of clever young writers. But there is too much genius, not enough talent.
There was no respect for youth when I was young, and now that I am old, there is no respect for age, I missed it coming and going.
Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.
If we openly declare what is wrong with us, what is our deepest need, then perhaps the death and despair will by degrees disappear.
I never read the life of any important person without discovering that he knew more and could do more than I could ever hope to know or do in half a dozen lifetimes.
The greater part of critics are parasites, who, if nothing had been written, would find nothing to write.
Britain, which in the years immediately before this war was rapidly losing such democratic virtues as it possessed, is now being bombed and burned into democracy.
Our trouble is that we drink too much tea. I see in this the slow revenge of the Orient, which has diverted the Yellow River down our throats.
The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?