J. B. Priestley
J. B. Priestley
John Boynton Priestley, OM, was an English author, novelist, playwright, scriptwriter, social commentator, man of letters and broadcaster...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth13 September 1894
book writing years
A novelist who writes nothing for 10 years finds his reputation rising. Because I keep on producing books they say there must be something wrong with this fellow.
writing hair play
Depending upon shock tactics is easy, whereas writing a good play is difficult. Pubic hair is no substitute for wit.
writing would-be ifs
Perhaps it would be better not to be a writer, but if you must, then write.
pregnancy writing might
Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.
beautiful writing stills
If there is one thing left that I would like to do, it's to write something really beautiful. And I could do it, you know. I could still do it.
writing odds challenges
If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your desk no matter what your mood, face the icy challenge of the paper - write.
writing ideas instruments
Write as often as possible, not with the idea at once of getting into print, but as if you were learning an instrument.
delight nobody realize relief reporting reports school thank
As we read the school reports on our children, we realize a sense of relief that can rise to delight that thank Heaven nobody is reporting in this fashion on us.
society
Like its politicians and its war, society has the teenagers it deserves.
excesses
We pay when old for the excesses of youth.
advice
Be yourself is about the worst advice you can give to some people.
bacon coffee deeds empire hope radio simply smell suffer time title trip wake
We plan, we toil, we suffer in the hope of what? A camel-load of idol's eyes? The title deeds of Radio City? The empire of Asia? A trip to the moon? No, no, no, no. Simply to wake just in time to smell coffee and bacon and eggs.
begun elaborate less means whisper
Already we Viewers, when not viewing, have begun to whisper to one another that the more we elaborate our means of communication, the less we communicate.
began came defeat glory hell holiday learn war
Our great-grandchildren, when they learn how we began this war by snatching glory out of defeat . . . may also learn how the little holiday steamers made an excursion to hell and came back glorious.