Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Never throw mud: you can miss the target, but your hands will remain dirty. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
[On William Lyon Phelps's Happiness:] It is second only to a rubber duck as the ideal bathtub companion. It may be held… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn, the word "sophisticate" means, very simply, "obscene." A sophisticatedstory is a dirty… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Sure, you make money writing on the coast ... but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
I like best to have one book in my hand, and a stack of others on the floor beside me, so as… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
There's little in taking or giving, There's little in water or wine: This living, this living, this living, Was never a project of mine.… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Hollywood is the one place on earth where you could die of encouragement. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
“The two most beautiful words in the English language are 'check enclosed.” — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think Ill give up trying, and just go completely Russian and sit on a stove and moan all day. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Misfortune, and recited misfortune especially, can be prolonged to the point where it ceases to excite pity and arouses only irritation. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
There's a hell of a distance between wisecracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is a thing that can never go wrong; And I… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image