Dorothy Parker

Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing read more

Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.

His voice was intimate as the rustle of sheets.

His voice was intimate as the rustle of sheets.

Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.

Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words.

I know that there are things that never have been funny, and never will be. And I know that ridicule read more

I know that there are things that never have been funny, and never will be. And I know that ridicule may be a shield, but it is not a weapon.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.