373 Quotes by Dorothy Parker

Prince or commoner, tenor or bass,Painter or plumber or never-do-well,Do me a favor and shut your face -Poets alone should kiss and tell.

If wild my breast and sore my pride,I bask in dreams of suicide,If cool my heart and high my headI think 'How lucky are the dead.

I never see that prettiest thing-A cherry bough gone white with Spring-But what I think, "How gay 'twould beTo hang me from a flowering tree.

They sicken of the calm who know the storm.

Now to me, Edith looks like something that would eat her young.

She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.

For this my mother wrapped me warm,And called me home against the storm,And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,And gave me roughage in my diet,And tucked me in my bed at eight,And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,And watched me as I sat and stood:That I might grow to womanhood To hear a whistle and drop my witsAnd break my heart to clattering bits.

You think You're frightening me with Your hell, don't You? You think Your hell is worse than mine.

Yet, as only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you'll live through the night.