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  • #1
    Dorothy Parker
    “Heterosexuality is not normal, it's just common.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #2
    Dorothy Parker
    “If I didn't care for fun and such,
    I'd probably amount to much.
    But I shall stay the way I am,
    Because I do not give a damn.”
    Dorothy Parker, Enough Rope

  • #3
    Dorothy Parker
    “This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it."

    [Women Know Everything!]”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #4
    Dorothy Parker
    “That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say 'No' in any of them.”
    Dorothy Parker, While Rome Burns

  • #5
    Dorothy Parker
    Inventory:

    "Four be the things I am wiser to know:
    Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
    Four be the things I'd been better without:
    Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
    Three be the things I shall never attain:
    Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
    Three be the things I shall have till I die:
    Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

  • #6
    Dorothy Parker
    “She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #7
    Dorothy Parker
    “In youth, it was a way I had,
    To do my best to please.
    And change, with every passing lad
    To suit his theories.

    But now I know the things I know
    And do the things I do,
    And if you do not like me so,
    To hell, my love, with you.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

  • #8
    Dorothy Parker
    “And if my heart be scarred and burned,
    The safer, I, for all I learned.”
    Dorothy Parker, Sunset Gun: Poems

  • #9
    Dorothy Parker
    “Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #10
    Dorothy Parker
    “Symptom Recital

    I do not like my state of mind;
    I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
    I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
    I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
    I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
    I hate to go to bed at night.
    I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
    I cannot take the gentlest joke.
    I find no peace in paint or type.
    My world is but a lot of tripe.
    I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
    For what I think, I'd be arrested.
    I am not sick, I am not well.
    My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
    My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
    I do not like me any more.
    I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
    I ponder on the narrow house.
    I shudder at the thought of men....
    I'm due to fall in love again.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #11
    Dorothy Parker
    “I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me. He knows where I am. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Portable Dorothy Parker

  • #12
    Dorothy Parker
    “I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.”
    Dorothy Parker, Here Lies: The Collected Stories of Dorothy Parker

  • #13
    Dorothy Parker
    “If wild my breast and sore my pride,
    I bask in dreams of suicide,
    If cool my heart and high my head
    I think 'How lucky are the dead.”
    Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

  • #14
    Dorothy Parker
    “I don't care what is written about me so long as it isn't true.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #15
    Dorothy Parker
    “Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
    Love, the reeling midnight through,
    For tomorrow we shall die!
    (But, alas, we never do.)”
    Dorothy Parker, Death and Taxes

  • #16
    Dorothy Parker
    “He'll be cross if he sees I have been crying. They don't like you to cry. He doesn't cry. I wish to God I could make him cry. I wish I could make him cry and tread the floor and feel his heart heavy and big and festering in him. I wish I could hurt him like hell.

    He doesn't wish that about me. I don't think he even knows how he makes me feel. I wish he could know, without my telling him. They don't like you to tell them they've made you cry. They don't like you to tell them you're unhappy because of them. If you do, they think you're possessive and exacting. And then they hate you. They hate you whenever you say anything you really think. You always have to keep playing little games. Oh, I thought we didn't have to; I thought this was so big I could say whatever I meant. I guess you can't, ever. I guess there isn't ever anything big enough for that.”
    Dorothy Parker
    tags: men

  • #17
    Dorothy Parker
    “Lady, lady, never start
    Conversation toward your heart;
    Keep your pretty words serene;
    Never murmur what you mean.
    Show yourself, by word and look,
    Swift and shallow as a brook.
    Be as cool and quick to go
    As a drop of April snow;
    Be as delicate and gay
    As a cherry flower in May.
    Lady, lady, never speak
    Of the tears that burn your cheek-
    She will never win him, whose
    Words had shown she feared to lose.
    Be you wise and never sad,
    You will get your lovely lad.
    Never serious be, nor true,
    And your wish will come to you-
    And if that makes you happy, kid,
    You'll be the first it ever did.”
    Dorothy Parker

  • #18
    Dorothy Parker
    “Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.”
    Dorothy Parker
    tags: love

  • #19
    Rick Riordan
    “How did you die?"
    "We er....drowned in a bathtub."
    "All three of you?"
    "It was a big bathtub.”
    Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief

  • #20
    Susanna Clarke
    “And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!”
    Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell



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