...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.

...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.
Talking to a friend about a garrulous bore:
Friend: "She's so outspoken."
DP: "By whom?"
After spending some time in the company of a handsome sun-burnt young film star in Hollywood:
"Ah yes. His is the hue of availability."
Godspeed
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
I'll not be left in sorrow.
So long as I have yesterday,
Go rake your damned tomorrow!
Why would anybody choose a career?
To the suggestion that she might start on her autobiography:
I'd never be able to do it, but I wish to God I could! I'd like to write the damned thing, just so I could call it Mongrel!"
To the suggestion that she might start on her autobiography:
I'd never be able to do it, but I wish to God I could! I'd like to write the damned thing, just so I could call it Mongrel!"
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.
When a woman asked her, as they often did, "How did you do it?" :
"See your analyst. He might have a word with your ovaries."
...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.
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.
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."
There were two things that would always bewilder her, she said: how a zipper worked and the exact function of Bernard Baruch.
On being told that someone wouldn't hurt a fly:
"Not if it was buttoned up."
On being told that Harold Ross had called her on her honeymoon demanding belated copy:
"tell him I've been too fucking busy - or vice versa."
Oh, I said it all right. You know how it is. A joke. When people expect you to say things, you say things. Isn't that the way it is?
You know, that woman speaks eighteen languages. And she can't say "No" in any of them.
To a supercilious youth who said he "simply couldn't bear fools":
"How odd. Your mother could apparently."
To a neighbour who tolder her her dog was a female:
"I always call dogs 'he'. It don't do to notice everything."