Dorothy Parker

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.

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.

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.

Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.

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

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