Quentin Crisp
Quentin Crisp
Quentin Crisp25 December 1908 – 21 November 1999) was an English writer and raconteur...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth25 December 1908
Quentin Crisp quotes about
clown country evening facts loathe love rejection speaks truth whipped
It is not a biopic; it is not a trawl through the facts of somebody's life. It is more an evening with a Shakespearean clown who speaks the truth and was whipped for his pains. Writing the play made me love and loathe my country more: love it that it could create, and has always created, one-offs like Quentin; loathe it for its rejection of him.
african glass tears
Tears were to me what glass beads are to African traders.
funny grave life occurred
Life was a funny thing that occurred on the way to the grave
curiosity individuality neighbor
The curiosity of the neighbors about you, is a tribute to your individuality, and you should encourage it
flirty house world
Is not the whole world a vast house of assignation of which the filing system has been lost?
bartender ifs
If you truly love me, kill the bartender.
expanding-universe addresses sides
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.
teenage parent rebel
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.
fathers-day mother dad
My mother protected me from the world and my father threatened me with it.
bangs bombs atomic-bomb
As someone remarked, when told the new atomic bombs would explode without a bang, "they can't leave anything alone.
plato boys names
When I was young, we thought that Oscar Wilde was a great nobleman who had thrown his life away for love. Nothing could be less true. He slept with East Enders who were procured for him by Lord Alfred Douglas. 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?
saws portsmouth
I never saw Portsmouth by day.
loses
To lose is not always failure.
talent ifs
If I have any talent at all, it is not for doing but for being.