You don’t want a general houseworker, do you? Or a traveling companion, quiet, refined, speaks fluent French entirely in the present tense?… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
I don't want to review books any more. It cuts in too much on my reading. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
“To me, the raveled sleeve of care is never more painlessly knitted up than in an evening alone in a chair snug… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
... if this world were anything near what it should be there would be no more need of a Book Week than… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Nevil Shute's On the Beach is no Christmas carol, but it seems to me a remarkably fine novel, one which I read,… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
God, the bitter misery that reading works into this world! Everybody knows that - everbody who IS everybody. All the best minds… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms. — 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
