Men get laid, but women get screwed.
QUENTIN CRISPI like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.
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The curiosity of the neighbors about you, is a tribute to your individuality, and you should encourage it
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And were then to lay his own garden path diagonally from one corner to the other, that man’s soul would be lost. Originality is only to be praised when not prefaced by the look to right and left.
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The world now seems a stunningly ignoble place. It has not really grown all that much worse but appears to have done so because we know so much more about it than we did.
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Life was a funny thing that happened to me on the way to the grave.
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The trouble with children is that they’re not returnable.
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Look inward and ask not if there is anything outside you want, but whether there is anything inside that you have not yet unpacked.
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Vice is its own reward.
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I have to realise that as I am only English and am allowed to live in America, I have to give something in return. And since I cannot build a hospital, or endow a university, I can only give my infinite availability.
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The key is never, never work. Nothing is more aging than work. It’s not only the strain of getting up in the morning for work, but it’s the resentment that settles on your face
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I never say ‘No’ to anything.
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Abatement in the hostility of one’s enemies must never be thought to signify they have been won over. It only means that one has ceased to constitute a threat.
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Fashion is what you adopt when you don’t know who you are.
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It’s a strange situation, but people will pay your fare to get you to go and tell them how to be happy.
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He knew them only ‘in Braille’ – the curtains were never drawn back in the rooms in Oxford where he met those boys. It was the most sordid life you can imagine. And he was bleating about love and dragging the fair name of Mr. Plato into the trial – after a life like that?
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