Quotes from Dorothy Parker

She realizes she doesn't know as much as God but feels she knows as much as God knew when he was her age.

Creativity is a wild mind and a disciplined eye.

I regret to say that during the first act of this, I fell so soundly asleep that the gentleman who brought me piled up a barricade of overcoat, hat, stick, and gloves between us to establish a separation in the eyes of the world, and went into an impersonation of A Young Man Who Has Come to the Theater Unaccompanied.

Why, that dog is practically a Phi Beta Kappa. She can sit up and beg, and she can give her paw -- I don't say she will but she can.

She dreamed by day of never again putting on tight shoes, of never having to laugh and listen and admire, of never more being a good sport. Never.

God, the bitter misery that reading works into this world! Everybody knows that - everbody who IS everybody. All the best minds have been off reading for years. Look at the swing La Rouchefoucauld took at it. He said that if nobody had ever learned to read, very few people would be in love. Good for you, La Rouchefoucauld; nice going, boy. I wish I'd never learned to read.

Like many a better one before me, I have gone down under the force of numbers, under the books and books and books that keep coming out and coming out and coming out, shoals of them, spates of them, flash floods of them, too blame many books, and no sign of an end.

If I should labor through daylight and dark, Consecrate, valorous, serious, true, Then on the world I may blazon my mark; And what if I don't, and what if I do?

But I give you my word, in the entire book there is nothing that cannot be said aloud in mixed company. And there is, also, nothing that makes you a bit the wiser. I wonder--oh, what will you think of me--if those two statements do not verge upon the synonymous.

It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

LINSCOTT: Well, life certainly treats you fine. CONNIE: No, Tom. Life and I go Dutch.

Observation If I don't drive around the park, I'm pretty sure to make my mark. If I'm in bed each night by ten, I may get back my looks again, If I abstain from fun and such, I'll probably amount to much, But I shall stay the way I am, Because I do not give a damn.

I know that ridicule may be a shield, but it is not a weapon.

One more drink and I'd have been under the host.

I think that the direction in which a writer should look is around.

Their pooled emotions wouldn't fill a teaspoon.

There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.

People Who Do Things exceed my endurance; God, for a man that solicits insurance!

Tonstant Weader fwowed up.

When asked by her publisher why her work had not been submitted while on her honeymoon: I've been too fucking busy or vice versa

Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn....

His books are exciting and powerful and — if I may filch the word from the booksy ones — pulsing.

Never throw mud. You may miss your mark, but you will have dirty hands.

L'amour c'est comme du mercure dans la main. Garde-là ouverte, il te restera dans la paume ; resserre ton étreinte, il te filera entre les doigts.