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| — | Голливуд - это место, где вам всадят нож в спину, а потом арестуют за незаконное ношение оружия. |
| — | Автобус никогда не приходит, когда тебе нужно, разве что он идет в противоположную сторону. |
| — | Улицы всех городов на свете вымощены брошенными женами. |
| — | - А он убил ее? - Да, у него был прекрасный мотив - он любил ее. |
| — | Зачем есть? Чтобы снова хотеть есть. |
| — | Если бы мои книги были немного хуже, меня бы не пригласили в Голливуд; а если бы они были немного лучше, мне не пришлось бы ехать туда. |
| — | Директор - такой же человек, как все остальные, только он об этом не знает. |
| — | It is wrong to be harsh with the New York critics, unless one admits in the same breath that it is a condition of their existence that they should write entertainingly about something which is rarely worth writing about at all. |
| — | At least half the mystery novels published violate the law that the solution, once revealed, must seem to be inevitable. |
| — | I said something which gave you to think I hated cats. But gad, sir, I am one of the most fanatical cat lovers in the business. If you hate them, I may learn to hate you. If your allergies hate them, I will tolerate the situation to the best of my ability. |
| — | A good title is the title of a successful book. |
| — | Most critical writing is drivel and half of it is dishonest. It is a short cut to oblivion, anyway. Thinking in terms of ideas destroys the power to think in terms of emotions and sensations. |
| — | What did it matter where you lay once you were dead? In a dirty sump or in a marble tower on top of a high hill? You were dead, you were sleeping the big sleep, you were not bothered by things like that. Oil and water were the same as wind and air to you. |
| — | Would you convey my compliments to the purist who reads your proofs and tell him or her that I write in a sort of broken-down patois which is something like the way a Swiss waiter talks, and that when I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will stay split, and when I interrupt the velvety smoothness of my more or less literate syntax with a few sudden words of bar-room vernacular, that is done with the eyes wide open and the mind relaxed but attentive. |
| — | The making of a picture ought surely to be a rather fascinating adventure. It is not; it is an endless contention of tawdry egos, some of them powerful, almost all of them vociferous, and almost none of them capable of anything much more creative than credit-stealing and self-promotion. |
| — | Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead. Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already. |
| — | The motion picture is like a picture of a lady in a half-piece bathing suit. If she wore a few more clothes, you might be intrigued. If she wore no clothes at all, you might be shocked. But the way it is, you are occupied with noticing that her knees are too bony and that her toenails are too large. The modern film tries too hard to be real. Its techniques of illusion are so perfect that it requires no contribution form the audience but a mouthful of popcorn. |
| — | Good critical writing is measured by the perception and evaluation of the subject; bad critical writing by the necessity of maintaining the professional standing of the critic. |
| — | Such is the brutalization of commercial ethics in this country that no one can feel anything more delicate than the velvet touch of a soft buck. |
| — | Your rat tail is all the fashion now. I prefer a bushy plume, carried straight up. You are Siamese and your ancestors lived in trees. Mine lived in palaces. It has been suggested to me that I am a bit of a snob. How true! I prefer to be. |
| — | If my books had been any worse, I should not have been invited to Hollywood, and if they had been any better, I should not have come. |
| — | Its idea of production value is spending a million dollars dressing up a story that any good writer would throw away. Its vision of the rewarding movie is a vehicle for some glamour-puss with two expressions and eighteen changes of costume, or for some male idol of the muddled millions with a permanent hangover, six worn-out acting tricks, the build of a lifeguard, and the mentality of a chicken-strangler. |
| — | Some are able and humane men and some are low-grade individuals with the morals of a goat, the artistic integrity of a slot machine, and the manners of a floorwalker with delusions of grandeur. |
| — | The motion picture made in Hollywood, if it is to create art at all, must do so within such strangling limitations of subject and treatment that it is a blind wonder it ever achieves any distinction beyond the purely mechanical slickness of a glass and chromium bathroom. |
| — | Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid... He is the hero, he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor, by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world. (heroes and heroism) |
| — | It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window. |
| — | The overall picture, as the boys say, is of a degraded community whose idealism even is largely fake. The pretentiousness, the bogus enthusiasm, the constant drinking, the incessant squabbling over money, the all-pervasive agent, the strutting of the big shots (and their usually utter incompetence to achieve anything they start out to do), the constant fear of losing all this fairy gold and being the nothing they have never ceased to be, the snide tricks, the whole damn mess is out of this world. |
| — | When a book, any sort of book, reaches a certain intensity of artistic performance it becomes literature. That intensity may be a matter of style, situation, character, emotional tone, or idea, or half a dozen other things. It may also be a perfection of control over the movement of a story similar to the control a great pitcher has over the ball. |
| — | It is a mass language only in the same sense that its baseball slang is born of baseball players. That is, it is a language which is being molded by writers to do delicate things and yet be within the grasp of superficially educated people. It is not a natural growth, much as its proletarian writers would like to think so. But compared with it at its best, English has reached the Alexandrian stage of formalism and decay. |
| — | The kind of lawyer you hope the other fellow has. |
| — | The boys with their feet on the desks know that the easiest murder case in the world to break is the one somebody tried to get very cute with; the one that really bothers them is the murder somebody only thought of two minutes before he pulled it off. |
| — | A good story cannot be devised; it has to be distilled. |
Тем временем:
... - Ну, хватит обо мне.
Расскажи, что там у вас делается. Как ты себя чувствуешь?
"У Вас идеальное здоровье, Дорис". Это слова доктора Раша. "Вы
доживете до 100 лет". Вот ирония жизни. - Я чудесно себя чувствую. - Так
тебе и надо.
- Не обзавелась еще приятелем? - поддразнила ее Трейси.
С тех пор, как пять лет назад отец Трейси умер, Дорис Уитни даже
слышать не хотела о другом мужчине, несмотря на согласие дочери.
- Нет никаких приятелей, - она переменила тему разговора. - Как твоя
работа? Все еще радует тебя?
- Мне нравится. Чарльз считает, что после нашей свадьбы мне не стоит
работать.
- Отлично, детка. Приятно слышать такое благоразумное мнение, он
настоящий мужчина.
- Он такой. Ты скоро убедишься в этом сама.
Раздался раскат грома, подобно закулисному гонгу. Время. Сказать
больше нечего, кроме прощальных слов.
- До свидания, дорогая, - она постаралась, чтобы ее голос звучал
ласково и заботливо.
- Я увижу тебя на свадьбе, мамочка. Как только мы с Чарльзом будем
знать день, я сразу же позвоню тебе.
Осталось только сказать заключительную фразу:
- Я люблю тебя, очень, Трейси, - и Дорис Уитни осторожно положила на
место телефонную трубку.
Она подняла пистолет. Был только один способ сделать это. Быстро
прислонив пистолет к виску, она нажала на курок.
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