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On Eliot Spitzer’s resignation
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
“I wish I didn’t have to work at all. I was made for love, anyway.”
Source: Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
On American life in the suburbs
Sunday, March 9, 2008
“Some summer evening like this, say, when Adelaide was sewing buttons, up on the porch, and Sister was playing somewhere about. A pleasant, quiet evening it must be, with the shadows lying long on the street that led from their house to the station. He would put down the garden shears, or the hose, or whatever he happened to be puttering with–not throw the thing down, you know, just put it quietly aside–and walk out the gate and down the street, and that would be the last they’d see of him. He would time it so that he’d just make the 6:03 for the city comfortably.”
From “Such a Pretty Little Picture”
On the death of William F. Buckley Jr.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
“I never thought that heav’n would lose its blue
And sullen storm-clouds mask the gentle sky;
I never thought the rose’s velvet hue
Would pale and sicken, though we said good-by.
I never dreamed the lark would hush its note
As day succeeded ever-drearier day,
Nor knew the song that swelled the robin’s throat
Would fade to silence, when you went away.
I never knew the sun’s irradiant beams
Upon the brooding earth no more would shine,
Nor thought that only in my mocking dreams
Would happiness that once I knew be mine.
I never thought the slim moon, mournfully,
Would shroud her pallid self in murky night.
Dear heart, I never thought these things would be-
I never thought they would, and I was right.”
From “Absence”
On Immigration
Monday, February 25, 2008
[My parents would] “go down to Ellis Island and bring them, still bleeding, home to do laundry. You know, that didn’t encourage them to behave well.”
Source Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
On Hollywood
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
“Once I was coming down a street in Beverly Hills and I saw a Cadillac about a block long, and out of the side window was a wonderfully slinky mink, and an arm, and at the end of the arm a hand in a white suede glove wrinkled at the wrist, and in the hand was a bagel with a bite out of it.”
Source: Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
On the election
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
“Maybe we’d better have another round of drinks…This is not going so well, I feel miserable.”
Her response when asked about an election. From Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is this?
On Women and Politics
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
“I don’t want the vote for myself,
But women with property, dear–”
Source: Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
On how the French president may feel about many of his citizens thinking that he is too busy getting married and not taking care of the government
Monday, February 4, 2008
“Here I am sitting at this rotten desk working my head off, and everybody else out having a good time…All I ever do is work. And these the best years of my life. Oh, don’t mind me. I’ll stay here and work, and you all go along and have a good time. And if you could manage to choke yourselves to death while you’re doing it, I’d take it as a favor.”
From “In the Throes”
On the current state of the economy
Monday, February 4, 2008
“The way I’d like to get money is in chunks, not drips.”
From “In the Throes”