The humble and meek are thirsting for blood. Joe Orton More Quotes by Joe Orton More Quotes From Joe Orton The kind of people who always go on about whether a thing is in good taste invariably have very bad taste. Joe Orton taste goes-on people I'm too amused by the way people carry on to give in to despair. Joe Orton despair giving people The Oscar Wilde of Welfare State gentility. Joe Orton wilde welfare oscars Civilizations have been founded and maintained on theories which refused to obey facts. Joe Orton theory civilization facts Cleanse my heart... Give me the ability to rage correctly Joe Orton rage heart giving With madness, as with vomit, it's the passerby who receives the inconvenience. Joe Orton passerby inconvenience madness The humble and meek are thirsting for lood Joe Orton meek humble I'd the upbringing a nun would envy. Until I was fifteen I was more familiar with Africa than my own body. Joe Orton envy fifteen body Policemen, like red squirrels, must be protected. Joe Orton squirrels policemen red People think I write fantasy, but I don't; some things may be exaggerated or distorted in the same way that painters distort and alter things, but they're realistic figures. They're perfectly recognisable. Joe Orton writing people thinking Every luxury was lavished on you - atheism, breastfeeding, circumcision. Joe Orton luxury atheism children God is a gentleman. Joe Orton gentleman blonde It's all any reasonable child can expect if the dad is present at the conception. Joe Orton reasonable dad children You were born with your legs apart. They'll send you to the grave in a Y-shaped coffin. Joe Orton coffins legs sarcastic FAY: The British police force used to be run by men of integrity. TRUSCOTT: That is a mistake which has been rectified. Joe Orton mistake running integrity Reading isn't an occupation we encourage among police officers. We try to keep the paperwork down to a minimum. Joe Orton police reading work On our way home we were waiting for the bus when a very fat, pompous-looking woman reeled out of a pub shouting, "Melancholia? Ad nauseam." Joe Orton waiting home way You cannot compile a wit out of two half-wits. Joe Orton
