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What fresh hell is this? - Author object (270)

You can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think. - Author object (270)

If I didn't care for fun and such, I'd probably amount to much. But I shall stay the way I am, Because I do not give a damn. - Author object (270)

Tell him I was too fucking busy-- or vice versa. - Author object (270)

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment. - Author object (270)

I hate writing, I love having written. - Author object (270)

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both. - Author object (270)

This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it. - Author object (270)

She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go. - Author object (270)

Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you! - Author object (270)

Constant use had not worn ragged the fabric of their friendship. - Author object (270)

And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned. - Author object (270)

I require three things in a man: he must be handsome, ruthless, and stupid. - Author object (270)

Ducking for apples -- change one letter and it's the story of my life. - Author object (270)

I'm never going to accomplish anything; that's perfectly clear to me. I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do anything. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more. - Author object (270)

If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you. - Author object (270)

There's a hell of a distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words. - Author object (270)

I had been fed, in my youth, a lot of old wives' tales about the way men would instantly forsake a beautiful woman to flock around a brilliant one. It is but fair to say that, after getting out in the world, I had never seen this happen. - Author object (270)

Time doth flit; oh shit. - Author object (270)

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.) - Author object (270)