You fall out of your mother’s womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.
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More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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Health consists of having the same diseases as one’s neighbors.
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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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Sex is the last refuge of the miserable.
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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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Neither look forward where there is doubt nor backward where there is regret.
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The poverty from which I have suffered could be diagnosed as ‘Soho’ poverty. It comes from having the airs and graces of a genius and no talent.
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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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My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.
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I never spend my time doing anything I’ll have to do again tomorrow.
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Fashion is a way of not having to decide who you are. Style is deciding who you are and being able to perpetuate it.
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The search for a life-style involves a journey to the interior. This is not altogether a pleasant experience, because you not only have to take stock of what you consider your assets but you also have to take a long look at what your friends call “the trouble with you.” Nevertheless, the journey is worth making.
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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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You will survive if you believe in yourself.
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I never saw Portsmouth by day.
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If love means anything at all it means extending your hand to the unlovable.
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