163 ordspråk av Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker
They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.
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They sicken of the calm, who know the storm
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They sicken of the calm, who know the storm
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This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
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This is on me.
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This is on me. [suggested for her tombstone]
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This living, this living, this living/ Was never a project of mine.
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This novel is not to be tossed lightly aside, but to be hurled with great force.
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This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.
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Those who have mastered etiquette, who are entirely, impeccably right, would seem to arrive at a point of exquisite dullness.
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Too fucking busy, and vice versa. [Reply to her editor who was bugging her for her belated work while she was on her honeymoon]
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Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is that if we are not beautiful to each other, we cannot know beauty in any form.
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We wanted corporate to know we expected better.
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We're glad to have been taken seriously. What we're looking for is that if we walk into a Pick 'n Save anywhere, we can expect to find a quality store.
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What fresh hell is this?
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