Name for a pet parrot:
"Onan" (because he spilled his seed on the bottom of his cage.)

Name for a pet parrot:
"Onan" (because he spilled his seed on the bottom of his cage.)
Of her pet dog's mange:
"I suppose he got it from a lamp-post."
Name for a pet parrot:
"Onan" (because he spilled his seed on the bottom of his cage.)
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning, "You can't have everything."
After spending some time in the company of a handsome sun-burnt young film star in Hollywood:
"Ah yes. His is the hue of availability."
Of Elmer Rice:
"Without question the worst fuck I ever had."
Telegram sent to two friends who had been living together and then got married:
"WHAT'S NEW?"
On finding herself a guest at a private house:
"I knew it would be terrible. Only I didn't think it would be as bad as this. This isn't just plain terrible; this is fancy."
There always must be some kind of hitch.
Isn't nature (finish this line for yourself
and get a year's subscription to the Boston Post).
Nickname for Alexander Woollcott's New York apartment:
"Wit's End."
George Sand
What time the gifted lady took
Away from paper, pen, and book,
She spent in amorous dalliance
(They do those things so well in France.)
George Sand
What time the gifted lady took
Away from paper, pen, and book,
She spent in amorous dalliance
(They do those things so well in France.)
Coda
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.
Summary
Every love's the love before
In a duller dress.
That's the measure of my lore -
Here's my bitterness:
Would I knew a little more,
Or very much less!
Oh, I said it all right. You know how it is. A joke. When people expect you to say things, you say things. Isn't that the way it is?
"Whatever is, is good" - your gracious creed.
You wear your joy of living like a crown.
Love lights your simplest gift of all - a friend.
Your shining loyalty unflecked by doubt
You ask but leave to follow to the end
(Couldn't you wait until I took you out?)
On returning by boat from Spain:
"The crossing was so rough the only thing I could keep on my stomach was the First Mate."
On her pregnancy:
"It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard."
Charles Dickens
Who call him spurious and shoddy
Shall do it o'er my lifeless body.
I heartily invite such birds
To come outside and say those words!
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"