There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
Dorothy ParkerRead
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Interpretation
The quote humorously suggests that the novel isn't worth just being disregarded; it’s better suited to be forcefully discarded.
Dorothy Parker's quote uses irony to express disdain for a particular novel, implying that it is so unworthy that it should not just be casually set aside, but rather hurled away as if it is a burden. This reflects Parker's sharp wit and her critical view of literature that fails to engage its reader, emphasizing that some works elicit strong negative reactions.
In practice
In a book club discussion, one could refer to this quote when talking about a particularly disappointing read.
There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I can’t write five words but that I change seven.
We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him.
Humor is one of the most serious tools we have for dealing with impossible situations.
You can make fun with Saddam Hussein jokes ... but you can't make fun of, say, the concentration camps. I think my target was not so much evil, but benign stupidity people doing stupid things without realising or, instead, thinking they were doing good.
A computer chatted to itself in alarm as it noticed an airlock open and close itself for no apparent reason. This was because Reason was in fact out to lunch.
I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party where there’s a brawl and seductions and people going home with their feelings hurt and women passed out in the cabinet de toilette. You wait and see.
Down there between our legs, it's like an entertainment complex in the middle of a sewage system. Who designed that?
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.