However low a man sinks he never reaches the level of the police.
QUENTIN CRISPMy mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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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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I don’t really act. I say the words the way I would say them if I meant them.
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You fall out of your mother’s womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.
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I don’t think you can really be proud of being gay because it isn’t something you’ve done. You can only be proud of not being ashamed.
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I like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in.
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What would you be like if you were the only person in the world? If you want to be truly happy you must be that person.
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I recommend limiting one’s involvement in other people’s lives to a pleasantly scant minimum. This may seem too stoical a position in these madly passionate times, but madly passionate people rarely make good on their madly passionate promises.
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Neither look forward where there is doubt nor backward where there is regret.
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Nothing in our culture, not even home computers, is more overrated than the epidermal felicity of two featherless bipeds in desperate congress.
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The more people one has to love, the more one’s capacity to love stretches.
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Assoon as I stepped out of my mother’s womb on to dry land, I realized that I had made a mistake?but the trouble with children is that they are not returnable.
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If at first you don’t succeed, failure may be your style.
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The English think that incompetence is the same thing as sincerity.
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Development of character consists solely in moving toward self-sufficiency.
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While I have very little to say in favor of sex (it’s vastly overrated, it’s frequently unnecessary, and it’s messy), it is greatly to be preferred to the interminable torments of romantic agony through which two people tear one another limb from limb while professing altruistic devotion.
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