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 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.
Colliding with Clare Booth Luce in a doorway:
CBL: "Age before beauty."
DP (stepping aside): "Pearls before swine."
Of a mongrel:
"All too obviously, it was the living souvenir of a mother who had never been able to say no."
To Sam Goldwyn, who asked her at dinner: "Do you really say all those things which the papers report that you say?"
"Do you?"
After a quarrel with John McClain, one of her handsomer young lovers:
"Yes, his body went to his head."
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.
On hearing that President Calvin Coolidge had died:
"How could they tell?"
The Small Hours
No more my little song comes back;
And now of nights I lay
My head on down, to watch the black
And wait the unfailing gray.
Oh, sad are winter nights, and slow;
And sad's a song that's dumb;
And sad it is to lie and know
Another dawn will come.
Did you ever realise there are just no dogs in Philadelphia? Oh, what an ugly place.
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.
Of the slow pace of work in Hollywood;
"Unless someone comes near my office, I'm going to write MEN on the door."