Quentin Crisp Quotes

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Neurotics are always looking for something new to overdo.

By trying to control everything we become very neurotic, more and more desperate. It's a huge tragic thing.

Neurotics always feel as though they were going way up or way down, which is odd in people going sideways.

The neurotic listens to weather reports about Small Craft Warnings, and he thinks: They're talking about me.

I wasn't super emo when I was younger but I'm very neurotic, my mood swings really heavily so when I'm upset I go away from everyone.

I'm kind of OCD.

When I was a kid, I had a period in my life when I was eight or nine when I was so scared of dying that I wouldn't go out of our house for a whole year. I refused to step out of the door because I thought something would happen. I had all these compulsive thoughts or whatever, and my head was really messed up.

I have a very toxic combination of being completely determined, inflexible, controlling and being totally shy, guilty at hurting anyone's feelings, hypersensitive to other people's needs - and it's just paralysing.

I do ironing not only for myself but for everyone at home, everyone in the studio if they want it, and if I run out of ironing to do, I put everything back in the washing machine and get it out again clean so I have some ironing to do.

I have lived one step away from losing my mind for years. I am quick and accurate in spotting unstable streaks in others.

I have an unfortunate compulsion. I really would rather not do it, as it is very nerve-wracking and un-fun. But when it works, there is nothing like it.

I lived with a guy who had OCD and I used to put Rice Krispies in his slippers before I went out. He went mental, but not before he counted them all.

True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?

If I have not lost my mind I can sometimes hear it preparing to defect

Neurotic: someone who can go from the bottom to the top, and back again, without ever once touching the middle.

I'm neurotic in the sense that I can have a crowd of 300 people cheering you, applauding you, standing O, but one guy come out of the audience and go, "Hey man, you should have cut 20 minutes. That wasn't so good." And I'll just obsess on that one guy. After all this love, I'll obsess on him and want to smash his face in and strangle him and kick him down the stairs and I'll be pouting about that one guy all night.

Neurotics have plenty of non-neurotic friends, but not for long.

The neurotic is always half-drowning in anxiety, and always being half-rescued.

In my head there's a broken balcony I fall off of when I speak.

When you're starving or wrapped up in a cycle of binge-ing-and-purging, or sexually obsessed with (someone), it is very hard to think about anything else, very hard to see the larger picture of options that is your life, very hard to consider what else you might need or want or fear were you not so intently focused on one crushing passion. I sat in my room every night, with rare exceptions, for three and a half years.

She was crazy. I could be too. It was my greatest fear, that I'd snap one day too. Just like she had. I wanted to live life because if that day came I wanted to have lived once.

If he were a man of strong mind, it only gave him fits; but a person of mere average intellect it usually sent mad.

The neurotic lies awake at night, composing letters to those he hates. He seldom thinks of dropping a line to those he loves.

Madness is never that far away. It's as close as saying yes to the wrong impulse.