It takes me six months to do a story. I think it out and then write it sentence by sentence - no first draft. I can't write five words but that I change seven.
Dorothy ParkerThere was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
Dorothy ParkerPictures pass me in long review,-- Marching columns of dead events. I was tender, and, often, true; Ever a prey to coincidence. Always knew I the consequence; Always saw what the end would be. We're as Nature has made us -- hence I loved them until they loved me.
Dorothy Parker