If at first you don’t succeed, failure may be your style.
QUENTIN CRISPIn an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast. Those who once inhabited the suburbs of human contempt find that without changing their address they eventually live in the metropolis.
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A fair share of anything is starvation diet to an egomaniac.
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I’ve never not been famous.
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In an expanding universe, time is on the side of the outcast. Those who once inhabited the suburbs of human contempt find that without changing their address they eventually live in the metropolis.
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As we all know from witnessing the consuming jealousy of husbands who are never faithful, people do not confine themselves to the emotions to which they are entitled.
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Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.
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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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To love another person you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.
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To lose is not always failure.
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It’s no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years while saying, ‘Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer.’ By then, pigs will be your style.
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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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It’s a strange situation, but people will pay your fare to get you to go and tell them how to be happy.
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Ask yourself, if there was to be no blame, and if there was to be no praise, who would I be then?
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An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing.
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I take it to be axiomatic that people are revolted by witnessing the shameless gratification of an appetite they do not share.
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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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