You fall out of your mother’s womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.
QUENTIN CRISPI never understood music. It seemed to me to be the maximum amount of noise conveying the minimum amount of information.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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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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In Manhattan, every flat surface is a potential stage and every inattentive waiter an unemployed, possibly unemployable, actor.
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It is explained that all relationships require a little give and take. This is untrue. Any partnership demands that we give and give and give and at the last, as we flop into our graves exhausted, we are told that we didn’t give enough.
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If I have any talent at all, it is not for doing but for being.
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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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If at first you don’t succeed, failure may be your style.
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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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If you truly love me, kill the bartender.
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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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Neither look forward where there is doubt nor backward where there is regret.
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If Mr. Vincent Price were to be co-starred with Miss Bette Davis in a story by Mr. Edgar Allan Poe directed by Mr. Roger Corman, it could not fully express the pent-up violence and depravity of a single day in the life of the average family.
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Never get involved with someone who wants to change you
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If 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.
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If love means anything at all it means extending your hand to the unlovable.
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The measure of woman’s distaste for any part of her life lies not in the loudness of her lamentations (these are only an attempt to buy a martyr’s crown at a reduced price) but in her persistent pursuit of that occupation of which she never ceases to complain.
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