You can always rely on a society of equals taking it out on the women. Alan Sillitoe More Quotes by Alan Sillitoe More Quotes From Alan Sillitoe It's a treat being a runner, out in the world by yourself with not a soul to make you bad-tempered or tell you what to do. Alan Sillitoe soul running world The art of writing is to explain the complications of the human soul with the simplicity that can be universally understood. Alan Sillitoe simplicity writing art All I'm out for is a good time - all the rest is propaganda. Alan Sillitoe propaganda good-times Well, it's a good life and a good world, all said and done, if you don't weaken. Alan Sillitoe good-life done reflection Everybody thinks theyll never get married at your age. You think you can go on all your life being single, but you suddenly find out that you cant. Alan Sillitoe being-single single-life thinking I'm me and nobody else; and whatever people think I am or say I am, that's what I'm not, because they don't know a bloody thing about me. Alan Sillitoe bloody people thinking Walking the streets on winter nights kept him warm, despite the cold nocturnal passions of uprising winds. His footsteps led between trade-marked houses, two up and two down, with digital chimneys like pigs' tits on the rooftops sending up heat and smoke into the cold trough of a windy sky. Stars hid like snipers, taking aim now and again when clouds gave them a loophole. Winter was an easy time for him to hide his secrets, for each dark street patted his shoulder and became a friend, and the gaseous eye of each lamp glowed unwinking as he passed. Alan Sillitoe passion stars eye the long-distance run of an early morning makes me think that every run like this is a life- a little life, I know- but a life as full of misery and happiness and things happening as you can ever get really around yourself Alan Sillitoe distance running morning You should think about nobody and go your own way, not on a course marked out for you by people holding mugs of water and bottles of iodine in case you fall and cut yourself so that they can pick you up - even if you want to stay where you are - and get you moving again. Alan Sillitoe cutting fall moving For it was Saturday night, the best and bingiest glad-time of the week, one of the fifty-two holidays in the slow-turning Big Wheel of the year, a violent preamble to a prostrate Sabbath. Piled up passions were exploded on Saturday night, and the effect of a week's monotonous graft in the factory was swilled out of your system in a burst of goodwill. You followed the motto of 'be drunk and be happy,' kept your crafty arms around female waists, and felt the beer going beneficially down into the elastic capacity of your guts. Alan Sillitoe holiday passion beer If you went through life refusing all the bait dangled in front of you, that would be no life at all. No changes would be made and you would have nothing to fight against. Life would be dull as ditchwater. Alan Sillitoe bait fighting dull Government wars aren't my wars; they've got nowt to do with me, because my own war's all that I'll ever be bothered about. Alan Sillitoe bothered government war I realized it might be possible to do such a thing, run for money, trot for wages on piece work at a bob a puff rising bit by bit to a guinea a gasp and retiring through old age at thirty-two because of lace-curtain lungs, a football heart, and legs like varicose beanstalks. Alan Sillitoe heart running football Whatever people think I am or say I am, that's what I am not. Alan Sillitoe awareness people thinking
