Quentin Crisp
Quentin Crisp
Quentin Crisp25 December 1908 – 21 November 1999) was an English writer and raconteur...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth25 December 1908
funny missing lasts
An autobiography is an obituary in serial form with the last installment missing.
love inspirational climate
Manners are love in a cool climate.
health ironic disease
Health consists of having the same diseases as one's neighbors.
god order giving
I simply haven't the nerve to imagine a being, a force, a cause which keeps the planets revolving in their orbits and then suddenly stops in order to give me a bicycle with three speeds.
opportunity rude motive
Living en famille provides the strongest motives for rudeness combined with the maximum opportunity for displaying it.
winter thinking long
There 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.
love life foundation
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone - but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
air grace genius
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.
people rooms known
I like living in one room and have never known what people do with the room they are not in.
agony way done
It's been agony but I couldn't have done it any other way.
statistics praise natural
To say a thing is natural is to condone it, never to praise it.
journey laughing accounts
Nothing shortens a journey so pleasantly as an account of misfortunes at which the hearer is permitted to laugh.
love running brave
Because it is in the nature of things that they become extreme, we have passed down from manliness to cruelty. If I had been told when I was 20 that there was a tavern in the town where the brave and the cruel were gathered together, I would have run all the way and I would have gone up to the largest and leatheriest of the denizens and said: If you truly love me, kill the bartender.
extremes
This woman did not fly to extremes; she lived there.