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?"

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?
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.
Of the slow pace of work in Hollywood;
"Unless someone comes near my office, I'm going to write MEN on the door."
To someone who congratulated her with the words "What are you complaining about? You're married to a charming, handsome man who adores you. What more do you want?" :
"Presents."
Paying her last respects to Scott Fitzgerald as eh lay in an undertaker's parlor in Los Angeles, and quoting the words of a mourner at the funer of Jay Gatsby:
"The poor son-of-a-bitch!"
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!
Asked if she knew Hemmingway's age:
"All writers are either 29 or Thomas Hardy."
Colliding with Clare Booth Luce in a doorway:
CBL: "Age before beauty."
DP (stepping aside): "Pearls before swine."
Challenged to use the word "horticulture" in a sentence:
"You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think."
"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?)
Her own epitaph:
"Excuse My Dust"
Time doth flit,
Oh shit!
Thought For a Sunshiny Morning
It costs me never a stab or squirm
To tread by chance upon a worm.
"Aha, my little dear," I say,
"Your clan will pay me back one day."
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning, "You can't have everything."
Resume
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke:
And that, I think, is worse.
Hemmingway avoids New York, for he has the most valuable asset an artist can possess - the fear of what he knows is bad for him.
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"
To a friend who was upset that he had to get rid of his cat:
"Have you tried curiosity?"