Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Random Transmissions 13 ~ Dorothy Parker

They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.

Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania.

She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.
(speaking of Katharine Hepburn).

There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
(regarding "Atlas Shrugged").

It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.
(On her abortion).

You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think.
(When asked to use the word horticulture during a game of Can-You-Give-Me-A-Sentence).

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.

I require only three things of a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.

It was produced according to the fine old Shubert precept that "nothing succeeds like undress."
(on "Sinbad").

At a dinner party, the actress Ilka Chase defended Clare Boothe Luce by saying that not only was Clare loyal to her friends, but "she's very kind to her inferiors." Dorothy countered with, "And where does she find them?"

The transatlantic crossing was so rough the only thing that I could keep on my stomach was the first mate.

The Monte Carlo casino refused to admit me until I was properly dressed so I went and found my stockings, and then came back and lost my shirt.

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