I'm a big Dorothy Parker fan. There are so many witty quips of hers, we could probably keep a thread going for weeks. Strangely, I don't think I've ever read anything she wrote, however. She is, I believe, pretty well forgotten except for those who enjoy a rapier-like riposte or a brilliant quip. Like the one when someone came into the Algonquin one day and said, "Coolidge is dead!" and she immediately asked, "How can they tell?"

Alas for her, she appointed her literary agent as executor of her estate with instructions that she was to be cremated, but nothing about what then. Her ashes reposed in a file cabinet for about a half a century and I believe they are now somewhere in Baltimore, of all places. (I suppose HLM is smiling somewhere about that.)