Edmund Crispin Quotes
The masters, robed, gowned, their attitudes varying from indulgent ennui to virtual coma.
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I've always been happy with my body.
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I've never tried to manipulate my image.
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I think as a student I ended up liking so many different and conflicting things.
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I consider a work of art as a product of calculations, calculations that are frequently unknown to the author himself.
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I want to live for something. I don't want to live to get charity food to give me enough strength to go back to get more charity food.
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To me, my recipes are priceless.
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Harry can paint but I can't. He has our father's talent while I, on the other hand, am about the biggest idiot on a piece of canvas. I did do a couple of drawings at Eton which were put on display. Teachers thought they were examples of modern art, but in fact, I was just trying to paint a house!
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I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.
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He who only tastes his error will long dwell with it, will take delight in it as in a singular felicity; while he who drains it to the dregs will, if he be not crazy, find it to be what it is.
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Love is the oxygen of the soul.
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I don't enjoy the boo scare when you're watching a movie and then suddenly there's a big shark on the screen. The only thing they're doing is catching you off guard.
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To my mind the old masters are not art; their value is in their scarcity.
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Now, my masters, happy man be his dole, say I; every man to his business.
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There’s nothing more humbling than seeing your best quotes in a list, and thinking they could have been written by a coma patient with a keyboard and spasms.
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Do you believe we are masters of ourselves, or merely dance like puppets on strings having the illusion of independence?
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I would not want to put him in charge of snake control in Ireland.
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The masters, robed, gowned, their attitudes varying from indulgent ennui to virtual coma.
