“I require three things in a man: he must be handsome, ruthless, and stupid.”
“And if my heart be scarred and burned,
The safer, I, for all I learned.”
“Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.”
“I won't telephone him. I'll never telephone him again as long as I
live. He'll rot in hell, before I'll call him up. You don't have to give
me strength, God; I have it myself. If he wanted me, he could get me.
He knows where I am. He knows I'm waiting here. He's so sure of me, so
sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.”
“Drink and dance and laugh and lie,
Love, the reeling midnight through,
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)”
“Lady, lady, never start
Conversation toward your heart;
Keep your pretty words serene;
Never murmur what you mean.
Show yourself, by word and look,
Swift and shallow as a brook.
Be as cool and quick to go
As a drop of April snow;
Be as delicate and gay
As a cherry flower in May.
Lady, lady, never speak
Of the tears that burn your cheek-
She will never win him, whose
Words had shown she feared to lose.
Be you wise and never sad,
You will get your lovely lad.
Never serious be, nor true,
And your wish will come to you-
And if that makes you happy, kid,
You'll be the first it ever did.”
― Dorothy Parker
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