To live in the past is to miss today’s opportunities and tomorrow’s blessings.
QUENTIN CRISPThere are three reasons for becoming a writer: the first is that you need the money; the second that you have something to say that you think the world should know; the third is that you can’t think what to do with the long winter evenings.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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Abatement in the hostility of one’s enemies must never be thought to signify they have been won over. It only means that one has ceased to constitute a threat.
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In England, the system is benign and the people are hostile. In America, the people are friendlyand the system is brutal!
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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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No effort is required to define or even attain happiness, but enormous concentration is needed to abandon everything else.
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An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing.
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Nothing more rapidly inclines a person to go into a monastery than reading a book on etiquette. There are so many trivial ways in which it is possible to commit some social sin.
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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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I’ve never not been famous.
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Vice is its own reward.
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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 more people one has to love, the more one’s capacity to love stretches.
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Flowers are words even a baby can understand.
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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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When asked, ‘Shall I tell my mother I’m gay?’, I reply, ‘Never tell your mother anything.
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In England, nobody’s your friend.
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