Nothing shortens a journey so pleasantly as an account of misfortunes at which the hearer is permitted to laugh.
QUENTIN CRISPThe trouble with children is that they’re not returnable.
More Quentin Crisp Quotes
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You must stop this interview now as I have come to end of my personality.
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I’ve never not been famous.
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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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Though intelligence is powerless to modify character, it is a dab hand at finding euphemisms for its weaknesses.
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I have to realise that as I am only English and am allowed to live in America, I have to give something in return. And since I cannot build a hospital, or endow a university, I can only give my infinite availability.
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The young always have the same problem – how to rebel and conform at the same time. They have now solved this by defying their parents and copying one another.
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However low a man sinks he never reaches the level of the police.
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My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.
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The very purpose of existence is to reconcile the glowing opinion we hold of ourselves with the appalling things that other people think about us.
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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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The more people one has to love, the more one’s capacity to love stretches.
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It may be true that artists adopt a flamboyant appearance, but it’s also true that people who look funny get stuck with the arts.
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Flowers are words even a baby can understand.
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A fair share of anything is starvation diet to an egomaniac.
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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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