I'm not going to post about query letters today, in spite of the fact my mind keeps turning to them and they begin with Q (I'm making some major revisions to my current WIP and I'm wondering how these will play in a query letter. Maybe I should write the bloody thing first!). I have nothing helpful or smart to say about query letters that hasn't already been said by Miss Snark, Nathan Bransford, Query Shark, Kristin Nelson or other Smart Blog Folk.
Instead, since I mentioned Dorothy Parker recently, I'm going to share a few of my favourite quotes.
I love Dorothy Parker. She is most famous for the string of wonderful quotes she left trailing in her wake (I like to imagine her roaming narrow streets between Art Deco skyscrapers, fag in hand, dressed in a black silk dress slightly too large for her, leaving a stream of inky black quotations written on the very walls of New York). But her short stories are excellent - laugh-out-loud funny in places and unbearably tragic in others.
But today is Q for Quote Queen and not S for Short Story Superheroine, so to brighten up your morning, have some Dorothy:
'Salary is no object; I want only enough to keep body and soul apart.'
'This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.'
'If all the young ladies who attended the Yale prom were laid end to end, no one would be the least surprised.'
'I don't know much about being a millionaire, but I'll bet I'd be darling at it.'
'This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.'
'Drink and dance and laugh and lie, love the reeling midnight through, for tomorrow we shall die (but alas we never do)!'
'If you wear a short enough skirt, the party will come to you.'
'So, you're the man who can't spell 'fuck.' ' (To Norman Mailer, who had acquiesced to his publisher's request to replace the word 'fuck' in The Naked and the Dead with 'fug'.)
'If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they’re happy.'
And finally, a line from her famous short story, Big Blonde, which tends to nudge the reader towards carpe-diem-ing:
'There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.'