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 HECHTI have written a raucous valentine to a poet’s dream and agony.
More Ben Hecht Quotes
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I’ll tell you a secret. We live in a mad and inspiring world.
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Trying to determine what is going on in the world by reading newspapers is like trying to tell the time by watching the second hand of a clock.
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Criticism can never instruct or benefit you. Its chief effect is that of a telegram with dubious news. Praise leaves no glow behind, for it is a writer’s habit to remember nothing good of himself.
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Despite all our toil and progress, the art of medicine still falls somewhere between trout casting and spook writing.
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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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The producer, director and stars are the geniuses who get the hosannas when it’s a hit. Theirs are also the heads that are mounted on spears when it’s a flop.
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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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Love is the magician that pulls him out of his own hat.
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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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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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In moderating, not satisfying desires, lies peace.
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Love is a hole in the heart.
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Bad writing is not easier than good writing. It’s just as hard to make a toilet seat as it is a castle window. Only the view is different.
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Three years ago, the white hope of the theatre. Today, a mug. That’s New York for you. Puts you on a Christmas tree, and then – the alley.
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The honors Hollywood has for the writer are as dubious as tissue-paper cuff links.
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