Dorothy Parker (1893 – 1967)
American writer, poet, and critic.
You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.
And she had It. It, hell; she had Those.
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)
The House Beautiful is, for me, the play lousy.
One more drink and I'd have been under the host.
And it is that word 'hummy,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
That woman speaks eighteen languages, and can't say No in any of them.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Too fucking busy, and vice versa.
Dotty had
Great Big
Visions of
Quietude.
Dotty saw an
Ad, and it
Left her
Flat.
Dotty had a
Great Big
Snifter of
Cyanide.
And that (said Dotty)
Is that.
Well, Aimee Semple McPherson has written a book. And were you to call it a little peach, you would not be so much as scratching its surface. It is the story of her life, and it is called In the Service of the King, which title is perhaps a bit dangerously suggestive of a romantic novel. It may be that this autobiography is set down in sincerity, frankness and simple effort. It may be, too, that the Statue of Liberty is situated in Lake Ontario.
“Martini Madness: Dorothy Parker didn’t write the famous quatrain about martinis that’s always attributed to her.”, Troy Patterson, Slate, April 8, 2013
I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.
I like to have a martini,
Two at the very most.
After three I’m under the table,
After four I’m under my host.
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
Brevity is the soul of lingerie.
The ones I like ... are "cheque" and "enclosed."
You can't teach an old dogma new tricks.
Perhaps attributed due to “One more drink and I'd have been under the host.” (see above).