Unfortunate Coincidence
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.

Unfortunate Coincidence
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
Sure, you make Money writing on the coast, and God knows you earn it, but that money is like so much compressed snow. It goes so fast it melts in your hand.
Of Margot Asquith's four-volume autobiography:
"The affair between Margo Asquith and Margo Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature."
George Reith's "The Art of Successful Bidding" is well over my head. I can't even jump for it.
There were two things that would always bewilder her, she said: how a zipper worked and the exact function of Bernard Baruch.
The ugliest modern gesture - that of a man looking at his wrist-watch!
When asked by a woman sitting next to her at a first night, "Are you Dorothy Parker?"
"Yes, do you mind?"
Her locks had been so frequently and so drastically brightened and curled that to caress them, one felt, would be rather like running one's fingers through julienne potatoes.
On writing for films:
"I don't believe the films have anything to do with writing except in a crossword puzzle kind of way. Writing a script is drawing together a lot of ends which can be worked into a moving picture."
Challenged to use the word "horticulture" in a sentence:
"You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think."
Of a play by Channing Pollock:
"The House Beautiful" is The Play Lousy.
Telegram to an actress who finally had her baby after many carefully contrived appearances during her long pregnancy:
"GOOD WORK. WE ALL KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU."
When asked by a woman sitting next to her at a first night, "Are you Dorothy Parker?"
"Yes, do you mind?"
Telegram sent to two friends who had been living together and then got married:
"WHAT'S NEW?"
Unfortunate Coincidence
By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
As far as I'm concerned, the most beautiful word in the English language is "cellar-door".
Colliding with Clare Booth Luce in a doorway:
CBL: "Age before beauty."
DP (stepping aside): "Pearls before swine."
Superfluous Advice
Should they whisper false of you,
Never trouble to deny;
Should the words they say be true,
Weep and strom and swear they lie.
Horsie
All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as it it were all right.
You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?"
Under interrogation by the FBI in 1952:
Listen, I can't even get my dog to stay down. Do I look like someone who could overthrow the goverment?