I would have run all the way and I would have gone up to the largest and leatheriest of the denizens and said: If you truly love me, kill the bartender.
QUENTIN CRISPIf a man were to look over the fence on one side of his garden and observe that the neighbor on his left had laid his garden path round a central lawn; and were to look over the fence on the other side of his garden and observe that the neighbor on his right had laid his path down the middle of the lawn.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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If love means anything at all it means extending your hand to the unlovable.
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The formula for achieving a successful relationship is simple: you should treat all disasters as if they were trivialities but never treat a triviality as if it were a disaster.
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However low a man sinks he never reaches the level of the police.
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One should always be wary of anyone who promises that their love will last longer than a weekend.
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I never say ‘No’ to anything.
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Never get involved with someone who wants to change you
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The English think that incompetence is the same thing as sincerity.
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When I told the people of Northern Ireland that I was an atheist, a woman in the audience stood up and said, ‘Yes, but is it the God of the Catholics or the God of the Protestants in whom you don’t believe?’
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The consuming desire of most human beings is deliberately to plant their whole life in the hands of some other person. I would describe this method of searching for happiness as immature. Development of character consists solely in moving toward self-sufficiency.
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To live in the past is to miss today’s opportunities and tomorrow’s blessings.
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Quentin Crisp (to handsome young man on the street): “What’s the matter, sexy? Don’t you like dehydrated fruit?
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If you don’t stay in some days, you can’t recharge your batteries.
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The more people one has to love, the more one’s capacity to love stretches.
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An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing.
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Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.
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