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He and I had an office so tiny that an inch smaller and it would have been adultery.
Dorothy Parker
How can they tell?
Dorothy Parker
[We look like] a road company of the Last Supper.
Dorothy Parker
As only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you’ll live through the night.
Dorothy Parker
As only New Yorkers know, if you can get through the twilight, you’ll live through the night.
Dorothy Parker
My verses, I cannot say poems…. I was following in the exquisite footsteps of Miss Millay, unhappily in my own horrible sneakers.
Dorothy Parker
I can’t write five words but that I change seven.
Dorothy Parker
Somebody was using the pencil.
Dorothy Parker
Tell him I’ve been too fucking busy – or vice versa.
Dorothy Parker
My first love was Cinderella, but she ran off with another man.
Dorothy Parker
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