More from Dorothy Parker
- Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
- Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
- If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume Oscar said it.
- If, with the literate, I am Impelled to try an epigram, I never seek to take the credit; We all assume Oscar said it. Oscar Wilde
- I never thought I'd get here.
- My land is bare of chattering folk; the clouds are low along the ridges, and sweet’s the air with curly smoke, from all my burning bridges.
Last reviewed 2026-07-06