Ben Hecht
Ben Hecht
Ben Hecht /ˈhɛkt/was an American screenwriter, director, producer, playwright, journalist and novelist. A journalist in his youth, he went on to write thirty-five books and some of the most entertaining screenplays and plays in America. He received screen credits, alone or in collaboration, for the stories or screenplays of some seventy films...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth28 February 1894
CountryUnited States of America
jobs stars writing
Writing a good movie brings a writer about as much fame as steering a bicycle. It gets him, however, more jobs. If his movie is bad it will attract only critical tut-tut for him. 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.
people mind becoming
The movies are an eruption of trash that has lamed the American mind and retarded Americans from becoming cultured people.
waste written seventies
Out of the seventy movies I've written some ten of them were not entirely waste product.
sleep echoes cities
I haunted streets, whorehouses, police stations, courtrooms, theater stages, jails, saloons, slums, madhouses, fires, murders, riots, banquet halls and bookshops. I ran everywhere in the city like a fly buzzing in the works of a clock, tasted more than any fit belly could hold, learned not to sleep, and buried myself in a tick-tock of whirling hours that still echo in me.
people have-faith actors
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.
loyalty men giving
Of the things men give each other the greatest is loyalty.
dark mind age
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.
years games effort
For many years Hollywood held this double lure for me, tremendous sums of money for work that required no more effort than a game of pinochle.
dream book wind
There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South. Here in this pretty world, Gallantry took its last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave. Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization gone with the wind...
hair lasts faces
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.
men envy guilt
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.
yellowstone offering lasts
Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos.
political world bartender
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.
lying desire deceit
In moderating, not satisfying desires, lies peace.