“I like the concept of an anti-muse, though I'm not quite sure what that is. If there is such a thing in my life, I suppose it is just this weariness, this sense that it is more fulfilling not to exist, to efface all traces, than to limit oneself to the determined expression of manifestation.” IfsExpressionLimitsConceptsOneselfDeterminedManifestationMuseFulfillingWeariness Author:Quentin S. Crisp
“I do have a muse. I am not sure how to describe her. She can be very elusive. She was born in England but has Mediterranean ancestry.” BornEnglandNot SureMuseElusiveAncestry Author:Quentin S. Crisp
“[My muse] feels nostalgic for Japan, and, perhaps strangely, for the pioneer days of America.” FeelsAmericaJapanMusePioneersNostalgic Author:Quentin S. Crisp
“[My muse] is, in fact, a woman of the world, and precisely because of this, hopes that a diversity of cultures will endure, and that one bland monoculture does not swamp everything.” WorldDoeFactsCultureDiversityEndureMuseSwampsBlandMonoculture Author:Quentin S. Crisp
“She [me muse] feels most at home in autumn, nonetheless, she is glad of the other seasons and loves them all. Without the others she would be unable to feel most at home in autumn, besides which, she almost feels most at home in all of them.” FeelsHomeWould BeAnd LoveSeasonsGladAutumnMuse Author:Quentin S. Crisp
“My muse can take the form of a landscape, an era, a style of writing, a piece of music, and, perhaps that which I find strangest of all for a muse, a human female. Of course, she's also adept at taking the form of toothless old Japanese men or young English lads with tattoos.” MenWritingHumansFormYoungCoursesPiecesStyleFemaleErasLandscapeMuseTattooLadAdeptToothless Author:Quentin S. Crisp
“[My muse] likes to inhabit tea leaves, sunlight filtered through bamboo, melancholy clouds over the Devon coastline, a weedy railroad crossing in the Southern States, bubblegum pop from the sixties, torch songs from the forties, undersea caves where B-movie octopi grapple with men in loincloths, sacred groves of pink anime dryads, Victorian fairy paintings executed by gentlemen in lunatic asylums and so on.” MenStatesSongPaintingSacredCloudsPopsLikesTeaGentlemanFairyFortyMelancholySouthernSunlightSixtyMuseCavesCrossingsLunaticTorchesRailroadsAsylumsVictorianGroveAnimeBambooCoastlineDevonLunatic AsylumsTea LeavesUndersea Author:Quentin S. Crisp
