Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967)
American writer, poet, and critic.
It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.
Perhaps attributed due to “One more drink and I'd have been under the host.” (see above).
[On being told of Calvin Coolidge's death] How do they know? (Coolidge was well-known for being a man of very few words.)
I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.
And there was that wholesale libel on a Yale prom. If all the girls attending it were laid end to end, Mrs Parker said, she wouldn't be at all surprised.
What fresh hell can this be?
And I'll stay away from Verlaine too; he was always chasing Rimbauds.
Katharine Hepburn delivered a striking performance that ran the gamut of emotions, from A to B.
You can't teach an old dogma new tricks.
There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.
All those writers who write about their own childhood! Gentle God, if I wrote about mine you wouldn't sit in the same room with me.
She is a combination of Little Nell and Lady Macbeth.
Everything I've ever said will be credited to Dorothy Parker.
Salary is no object: I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.
A lady ... with all the poise of the Sphinx though but little of her mystery.
It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.
If you want to know what the Lord God thinks of money, just look at those to whom he gives it.
Too fucking busy, and vice versa.
And she had It. It, hell; she had Those.