Dorothy Parker Quotes

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

Dorothy Parker
“Men
They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They'll try to make you different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They want to change you all around.
Your moods and ways they put a curse on;
They'd make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They'd alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.”
Dorothy Parker, The Portable Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker
“My love runs by like a day in June,
And he makes no friends of sorrows.
He'll tread his galloping rigadoon
In the pathway of the morrows.
He'll live his days where the sunbeams start,
Nor could storm or wind uproot him.
My own dear love, he is all my heart, --
And I wish somebody'd shoot him.”
Dorothy Parker, The Portable Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker
“A Very Short Song

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.”
Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker

Dorothy Parker
“She realizes she doesn't know as much as God but feels she knows as much as God knew when he was her age.”
Dorothy Parker

“Dorothy Parker once said: I require three things in a man. He must be handsome, ruthless, and stupid.” Upon delivering this Dot bon mot, with much waving of sparkly rings and jingly bracelets, Constance Langtry comments that she’d add a fourth: “Deft tongue. And I don’t mean a good talker.”
Marie Wilson

Thomm Quackenbush
“Sunlight dusts them; Water is damp; Crosses pain them; And beheadings cause cramps—”
Thomm Quackenbush, Danse Macabre (Night's Dream, #2)

Lillian Hellman
“I found that Dottie's middle age, old age, made rock of much that had been fluid, and eccentricities once charming became too strange for safety or comfort.”
Lillian Hellman, An Unfinished Woman: A Memoir