Quotes by Dorothy Parker
This is not a book that should be cast aside lightly. It should be thrown away with great force.
"Coolidge is dead" "How could they tell?
I like to have a martini, Two at the very most. After three I'm under the table, After four I'm under my host!
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea And love is a thing that can never go wrong And I am Marie of Roumania.
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant --- and let the air out of their tires.
And there was that wholesale libel on a Yale prom. If all the girls attending it were laid end to end, Mrs. Parker said, she wouldn't be at al...
Art is a form of catharsis.
I went to a convent in New York and was fired finally for my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion.
This is not a book that should be tossed lightly aside. It should be hurled with great force.
The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant - and let the air out of the tires.
Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants
Travel, trouble, music, art, A kiss, a frock, a rhyme - I never said they feed my heart, But still they pass my time.
The two most beautiful words in the English language are check enclosed.
If you want to know what god thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.
Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn, the word
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.
They sicken at the calm that know the storm.
A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.
All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?
They laid their hands upon my head, They stroked my cheek and brow; And time could heal a hurt, they said, And time could dim a vow. And they were pitiful and mild Who whispered to me then; The heart that breaks in April, child; Will mend in May again. Oh, many a mended heart they knew; So old they were, and wise. And little did they have to do To come to me with lies! Who flings me silly talk of May Shall meet a bitter soul; For June was nearly spent away Before my heart was whole.
Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.
Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt
