Every day someone notices me and waves to me, or stops and speaks to me, or asks me for an autograph, or photographs me.
Quentin CrispCentral Europe is full of little countries standing shoulder to shoulder with no window to the sea. They are like the passengers in a rush-hour train which has stopped between stations for three centuries. And they all hate one another. And they're all crushed together waving their national flags, clanking their national chains, jabbering their national language.
Quentin Crisp