Quentin Crisp
The Immaculate Connoisseur of the Everyday
I didn't endure so you could behave.
I lived in a single room in Chelsea for fifty years, dust included. I posed for life classes, wrote books, and refused to run from the world that wished to see me gone. I walked the King's Road like a performance—make-up on, head high—and let the tedious people throw their stones. I never apologized. I never explained. And I never stopped drinking tea from chipped cups.
What I'm Into: Chelsea at midnight, bad behavior, second-hand coats, life drawing classes, perfectly turned phrases
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