Men Get Laid, But Women Get Screwed.

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?

The World Was Very Feminine When I Was Young. And Now It's Very Masculine.

For An Introvert His Environment Is Himself And Can Never Be Subject To Startling Or Unforeseen Change.

It's Been Agony But I Couldn't Have Done It Any Other Way.

Quentin Crisp (to Handsome Young Man On The Street): "what's The Matter, Sexy? Don't You Like Dehydrated Fruit?