It cost me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. 'Aha my little dear' I say 'Your clan will pay me back one day.'

— Dorothy Parker

It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.

— Dorothy Parker

It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.

— Dorothy Parker

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. Furthermore, he's so sure of me, so sure. I wonder why they hate you, as soon as they are sure of you.

— Dorothy Parker

Lips that taste of tears they say are the best for kissing.

— Dorothy Parker

Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds;And I can only stare, and shape my Griffin little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words-so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

— Dorothy Parker

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.

— Dorothy Parker

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

— Dorothy Parker

Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.

— Dorothy Parker

Men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses.

— Dorothy Parker