Out of the seventy movies I've written some ten of them were not entirely waste product. — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
Out of the thousand writers huffing and puffing through movieland there are scarcely fifty men and women of wit or talent. The rest of the fraternity is deadwood. Yet, in a curious way, there is not much difference between the… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
People's sex habits are as well known in Hollywood as their political opinions, and much less criticized. — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
Movies are one of the bad habits that have corrupted our century. They have slipped into the American mind more misinformation in one evening… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
Chicago is a sort of journalistic Yellowstone Park, offering haven to a last herd of fantastic bravos. — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
I know that a man who shows me his wealth is like the beggar who shows me his poverty; they are both looking for… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
Listen, little boy. In this business, there's only one law you gotta follow to keep outta trouble. Do it first, do it yourself, and… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
There's only one law you gotta follow to keep outta trouble. Do it first, do it yourself, and keep on doin' it. — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
The only practical way yet discovered by the world for curing its ills is to forget about them. — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
Since my boyhood, I have sought always to please, but out of a kindness in me, never out of fear or respect for what… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
“was asked, ‘Can you bring six million Jews to Palestine?’ I replied, ‘No.’ . . . The old ones will pass. They will bear… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
“I noticed early that pompous people have actually less a high opinion of themselves than a desire to create such an opinion in others.” — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
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… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
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,… — Ben Hecht Copy Share Image
