Maxioms by Dorothy Parker
Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing read more
Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.
His voice was intimate as the rustle of sheets.
His voice was intimate as the rustle of sheets.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
Scratch a lover, and find a foe.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.