They’re a symbol of the whole town, pretending to fight, love, weep and laugh all the time – and they’re phonies, all of them. And I head the list…their phony hearts were dripping with the milk of human kindness.
BEN HECHTLove is a hole in the heart.
More Ben Hecht Quotes
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I see a lot of fog and a few lights. I like it when life’s hidden. It gives you a chance to imagine nice things, nicer than they are.
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Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
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He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.
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I haunted streets, whorehouses, police stations, courtrooms, theater stages, jails, saloons, slums, madhouses, fires, murders, riots, banquet halls and bookshops.
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Socially, a journalist ranks somewhere between the madam of a whorehouse and a bartender. but spiritually he ranks with Galileo, for he knows the world is round.
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There’s one thing that keeps surprising you about stormy old friends after they die – their silence.
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As an eruption of trash that has lamed the American mind and retarded Americans from becoming a cultured people.
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Innocent people can get into terrible jams, too. One false move and you’re in over your head.
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The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links.
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Like the actor, authority has faith in its false whiskers. But its deepest faith is in the human illusion. People will hang on to illusion as eagerly as life itself.
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Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos.
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The movies are one of the bad habits that corrupted our century.Of their many sins, I offer as the worst their effect on the intellectual side of the nation. It is chiefly from that viewpoint I write of them.
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A man nearly always loves for other reasons than he thinks. A lover is apt to be as full of secrets from himself as is the object of his love from him.
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I have written a raucous valentine to a poet’s dream and agony.
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Prejudice is a raft onto which the shipwrecked mind clambers and paddles to safety.
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