The English think that incompetence is the same thing as sincerity.
QUENTIN CRISPIf you describe things as better than they are, you are considered to be a romantic; if you describe things as worse than they are, you will be called a realist; and if you describe things exactly as they are, you will be thought of as a satirist.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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I never say ‘No’ to anything.
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People are not heterosexual or homosexual, just sexual.
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Exhibitionism is like a drug. Hooked in adolescence I was now taking doses so massive they would have killed a novice.
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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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People say to me, “When did you come out?” But I was never in! When I was about six, I was swanning around the house in clothes that belonged to my mother and my grandmother which I’d found in an attic, saying, “I am a beautiful princess!”
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The British do not expect happiness. I had the impression, all the time that I lived there, that they do not want to be happy; they want to be right.
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The more people one has to love, the more one’s capacity to love stretches.
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Life was a funny thing that happened to me on the way to the grave.
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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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I like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in.
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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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Neither look forward where there is doubt nor backward where there is regret.
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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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Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.
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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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