Flowers are words even a baby can understand.
QUENTIN CRISPThe war between the sexes is the only one in which both sides regularly sleep with the enemy.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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If you truly love me, kill the bartender.
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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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Never sweep. After four years the dirt gets no worse.
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The key is never, never work. Nothing is more aging than work. It’s not only the strain of getting up in the morning for work, but it’s the resentment that settles on your face
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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 don’t really act. I say the words the way I would say them if I meant them.
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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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One should always be wary of anyone who promises that their love will last longer than a weekend.
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Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.
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Never get involved with someone who wants to change you
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I don’t think you can really be proud of being gay because it isn’t something you’ve done. You can only be proud of not being ashamed.
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Development of character consists solely in moving toward self-sufficiency.
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What would you be like if you were the only person in the world? If you want to be truly happy you must be that person.
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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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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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