Quentin Crisp
Quentin Crisp
Quentin Crisp25 December 1908 – 21 November 1999) was an English writer and raconteur...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth25 December 1908
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.
funny grave life occurred
Life was a funny thing that occurred on the way to the grave
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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 someone remarked, when told the new atomic bombs would explode without a bang, "they can't leave anything alone.
loses
To lose is not always failure.
no-friends exhibitionist
Exhibitionists have no friends, no friends at all.
parent precaution ifs
If one is not going to take the necessary precautions to avoid having parents, one must undertake to bring them up.
noise information minimum
I never understood music. It seemed to me to be the maximum amount of noise conveying the minimum amount of information.
egomaniacs share starvation
A fair share of anything is starvation diet to an egomaniac.
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.
gentleman sitting pieces
A gentleman doesn't pounce he glides. If a woman sits on a piece of furniture which permits your sitting beside her, you are free to regard this as an invitation, though not an unequivocal one.
privacy ifs invading
What is privacy if not for invading?
nerves television tunes
The programs constantly repeat themselves and one another. No one has yet had the nerve to say, 'As we have nothing sensible to tell you between now and 8:30, please tune in again then.