The Movies Are An Eruption Of Trash

When You Overpay Small People You Frighten Them. They Know That Their Merits Or Activities Entitle Them To No Such Sums As They Are Receiving. As A Result Their Boss Soars Out Of Economic Into Magic Significance.

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 Product Of A Good Writer And A Bad One. They Both Have To Toe The Same Mark.

I'm A Hollywood Writer, So I Put On My Sports Jacket And Take Off My Brain.

Love Is A Hole In The Heart.

The Factors That Laid Low So Whooping And Puissant An Empire As The Old Hollywood Are Many. I Can Think Of A Score, Including The Barbarian Hordes Of Television. But There Is One That Stands Out For Me In The Post-mortem.... The Factor Had To Do With The Basis Of Movie-making: 'who Shall Be In Charge Of Telling The Story.'