Amelia

“But I don't give up; I forget why not.”
― Dorothy Parker

“I told myself that it took forty-two facial muscles to frown and only four to stretch out my arm and bitch-slap the witch.”
― Kathy Lette, To Love, Honour and Betray

“Symptom Recital

I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again.”
― Dorothy Parker

“That money talks, I'll not deny, I heard it once: it said, 'goodbye”
― Richard Armour