[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.
Dorothy ParkerAll I have to be thankful for in this world is that I was sitting down when my garter busted.
Dorothy Parker[On being told party guests were ducking for apples:] There, but for a typographical error, is the story of my life.
Dorothy ParkerLittle Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.
Dorothy ParkerOnce I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled around the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.
Dorothy Parker