Anthony Powell
Anthony Powell
Anthony Dymoke Powell CH CBEwas an English novelist best known for his twelve-volume work A Dance to the Music of Time, published between 1951 and 1975...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth21 December 1905
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Dinner at the Huntercombes possessed only two dramatic features: the wine was a farce and the food a tragedy
british-novelist
Growing old's like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed.
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He fell in love with himself at first sight, and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Self-love seems so often unrequited.
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Parents - especially step-parents - are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfill the promise of their early years.
bit british-novelist fulfill
Parents are sometimes a bit of a disappointment to their children. They don't fulfill the promise of their early years.
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An immediate, overpowering, almost mystic sense of relief took shape within me. I felt suddenly sure everything was going to be all right. This was something quite apart from even the most cursory reflection upon strategic implications involved.
forget
We will never forget what he did for us.
hard-work writing creative
Writing is a combination of intangible creative fantasy and appallingly hard work.
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The whole idea of interviews is in itself absurd - one cannot answer deep questions about what one's life was like - one writes novels about it.
nice people nasty
One of the worst things about life is not how nasty the nasty people are. You know that already. It is how nasty the nice people can be.
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He gave me a look of great contempt; as I supposed, for venturing, even by implication, to draw a parallel between a lack of affluence that might, literally, affect my purchase of rare vintages, and a figure of speech intended delicately to convey his own dire want for the bare necessities of life. He remained silent for several seconds, as if trying to make up his mind whether he could ever bring himself to speak to me again; and then said gruffly: 'I've got to go now.'
writing instinct
Writing is above all a question of instinct.
self giving understanding
Self-pity is essentially humorless, devoid of that lightness of touch which gives understanding of life.
products
You have to be a product of the product.