Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
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 be classed as a humorist. It makes me feel guilty. I've never read a good tough quotable female… — 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
Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart. — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
Men They hail you as their morning star Because you are the way you are. If you return the sentiment, They'll try… — Dorothy Parker Copy Share Image
I'll think about something else. I'll just sit quietly. If I could sit still. If I could sit still, maybe I could… — 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
