Television excites me because it seems to be the last stamping ground of poetry, the last place where I hear women’s hair rhapsodically described, women’s faces acclaimed in odelike language.
BEN HECHTOut of the thousand writers huffing and puffing through movieland there are scarcely fifty men and women of wit or talent.
More Ben Hecht Quotes
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Immorality, perversion, infidelity, cannibalism, etc., are unassailable by church and civic league if you dress them up in the togas and talliths of the Good Book.
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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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Movies are one of the bad habits that have corrupted our century. They have slipped into the American mind more misinformation in one evening than the Dark Ages could muster in a decade.
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Out of the seventy movies I’ve written some ten of them were not entirely waste product.
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Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.
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Out of the thousand writers huffing and puffing through movieland there are scarcely fifty men and women of wit or talent.
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People’s sex habits are as well known in Hollywood as their political opinions, and much less criticized.
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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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As an eruption of trash that has lamed the American mind and retarded Americans from becoming a cultured people.
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Love is a hole in the heart.
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I know that a man who shows me his wealth is like the beggar who shows me his poverty; they are both looking for alms from me, the rich man for the alms of my envy, the poor man for the alms of my guilt.
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In Hollywood a starlet is the name for any woman under thirty who is not actively employed in a brothel.
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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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He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.
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I have written a raucous valentine to a poet’s dream and agony.
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