You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country under fire, and drop into your grave.

In this bleakly comic line, Crisp compresses an entire human life into three brutal images: birth as an uncontrolled “fall,” adulthood as a perilous crawl across exposed terrain, and death as an inevitable “drop.” The military metaphor (“open country under fire”) suggests that ordinary living is not neutral or safe but conducted under constant threat—social hostility, misfortune, illness, and time itself. The tone is sardonic rather than purely despairing: by stating the grim arc so plainly, Crisp turns existential anxiety into a kind of hard-won wit. The quote fits his public persona as a performer-philosopher who used epigram and exaggeration to puncture comforting narratives about progress, security, and dignity.