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?"
Challenged to use the word "horticulture" in a sentence:
"You can lead a whore to culture, but you can't make her think."
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!
Pictures in the Smoke
Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine;
The second love was water, in a clear white cup;
The third love was his, and the fourth was mine;
And after that, I always get them all mixed up.
On being told that someone wouldn't hurt a fly:
"Not if it was buttoned up."
Some doodles i did this week
#htpfanart #huntertheparenting #htp #marckus #kitten #parker #norfolkwizardgame
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?
Experience
Some men break your heart in two,
Some men fawn and flatter,
Some men never look at you;
And that clears up the matter.
George Reith's "The Art of Successful Bidding" is well over my head. I can't even jump for it.
I like to think of my shining tombstone. It gives me, as you might say, something to live for.
Of a performance by Katherine Hepburn:
"She ran the whole gamut of emotions, from A to B."
Braggart
You will be frail and musty
With peering, furtive head,
While I am young and lusty
Among the roaring dead.
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."
There were two things that would always bewilder her, she said: how a zipper worked and the exact function of Bernard Baruch.
Talking to a friend about a garrulous bore:
Friend: "She's so outspoken."
DP: "By whom?"
Of the Yale prom:
"If all those sweet young things were laid end to end, I wouldn't be at all surprised."
Of the 1930s:
"They were progressive days. We thought we were going to make the world better - I forget why we thought it, but we did."
Women who live alone in small residential hotels throughout the United States have plenty of money and plenty of time: their only occupation is to spend one and kill the other.
On being warned by her doctor that if she didn't stop drinking she would be dead within a month:
"Promises, promises!"
Two Volume Novel
The sun's gone dim, and
The moon's turned black;
For I loved him, and
He didn't love back.