Brevity is the soul of lingerie. Dorothy Parker
I require three things in a man: He must be handsome, ruthless, and stupid. Dorothy Parker
If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to. Dorothy Parker
Take care of the luxuries and the necessities will take care of themselves. Dorothy Parker
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity. Dorothy Parker
The only ism Hollywood believes in is plagiarism. Dorothy Parker
I can’t talk about Hollywood. It was a horror to me when I was there and it’s a horror to look back on. I can’t imagine how I did it. When I got away from it I couldn’t even refer to the place by name. ”Out there,” I called it. Dorothy Parker
How do people go to sleep? I’m afraid I’ve lost the knack. I might try busting myself smartly over the temple with the night-light. I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things. Dorothy Parker
You can’t teach an old dogma new tricks. Dorothy Parker
Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne. Dorothy Parker
Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion. Dorothy Parker
He and I had an office so tiny that an inch smaller and it would have been adultery. Dorothy Parker
Maybe it is only I, but conditions are such these days, that if you use studiously correct grammar, people suspect you of homosexual tendencies. Dorothy Parker
Those who have mastered etiquette, who are entirely, impeccably right, would seem to arrive at a point of exquisite dullness. Dorothy Parker
Gratitude: the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world. Dorothy Parker
Out in Hollywood, where the streets are paved with Goldwyn, the word ‘sophisticate’ means, very simply, ‘obscene’. A sophisticated story is a dirty story. Some of that meaning was wafted eastward and got itself mixed up into the present definition. So that a ‘sophisticate’ means: one who dwells in a tower made of a DuPont substitute for ivory and holds a glass of flat champagne in one hand and an album of dirty post cards in the other. Dorothy Parker
Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter’s pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. Dorothy Parker