It may be true that artists adopt a flamboyant appearance, but it’s also true that people who look funny get stuck with the arts.
QUENTIN CRISPIf love means anything at all it means extending your hand to the unlovable.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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The trouble with European cities is that they are drenched in their history, almost all of which is terrible.
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I had a friend who had two degrees of being made up: when invited I would say ‘Can I make up?’ and he would say ‘Oh yes – tinted?’, or he would say, ‘Oh yes – clotted?’
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In England, the system is benign and the people are hostile. In America, the people are friendlyand the system is brutal!
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You don’t have to deal with anyone in America. They accept you the way you are.
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In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast. Those who once inhabited the suburbs of human contempt find that without changing their address they eventually live in the metropolis.
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Happiness is the only thing I understand.
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Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.
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The English think that incompetence is the same thing as sincerity.
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It’s been agony but I couldn’t have done it any other way.
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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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In England, nobody’s your friend.
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You will survive if you believe in yourself.
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I went out into the world when I was about 22. I wrote books and I illustrated books and did book covers, and I taught tap-dancing, and I was a model in the art school. I had no ability for any of those things, but what else could I do?
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I take it to be axiomatic that people are revolted by witnessing the shameless gratification of an appetite they do not share.
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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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