Asked if she knew Hemmingway's age:
"All writers are either 29 or Thomas Hardy."

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?"
Braggart
You will be frail and musty
With peering, furtive head,
While I am young and lusty
Among the roaring dead.
Of her supersophisticated New York days:
We were gallant, hardriding and careless of life. We were little black eyes that had gone astray... A sort of Ladies' Auxiliary of the Legion of the Damned.
John Huston is doing something called, very simply, The Bible. Now you must admit that's a big job. I think he's going to stop with Moses because he can't stand another moment - he is playing Moses, you see.
There were two things that would always bewilder her, she said: how a zipper worked and the exact function of Bernard Baruch.
...Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's just my luck to get
One perfect rose.
As I was saying to the landlord only this morning, "You can't have everything."
Oscar Wilde
If, with the literate, I am
Impelled to try an epigram,
I never seek to take the credit;
We all assume that Oscar said it.