John Collier Quotes (1901-1980)

“Take a friendly word of advice. You don't want to make pictures. It’s nothing but worry. Besides, you'll get mixed up with a lot of actors.”

“Now, producers are known to be God-like creatures, and the chief point of resemblance is that they must either create new stars or have no public.”

““Humphrey, dear,” she said, “we hear you’ve become famous. Is it true?”
“It's true if you've heard it,” he replied. “That's what fame is.””

““You lovers,” said his companion, “are surprised by nothing, except first that your mistress should fancy you, and next, that they should fancy someone else.””

““To listen,” said little Guis, “is to be drunk without spending a penny. You think you understand; you seem to fly through the air; you have to burst out laughing.””

““That does not take you to Hell,” said Louis, “but only to Barons Court. The mistake is pardonable.””

“Franklin Fletcher dreamed of luxury in the form of tiger-skins and beautiful women. He was prepared, at a pinch, to forgo the tiger-skins. Unfortunately the beautiful women seemed equally rare and inaccessible.”

“Alice and Irwin were as simple and as happy as any young couple in a family-style motion picture. In fact, they were even happier, for people were not looking at them all the time and their joys were not restricted by the censorship code.”

““Pray, sir,” said she, “tell me only, where am I?”
“Why, in Hell, to be sure,” said he, with a hearty laugh.
“Oh, thank goodness!” cried she. “I thought I was in Buenos Aires.””

““I hope all your mixtures are not as expensive,” said Alan apprehensively.
“Oh, dear, no,” said the old man. “It would be no good charging you that sort of price for a love potion, for example. Young people who need a love potion very seldom have five thousand dollars. Otherwise they would not need a love potion.””

“She was complete in every particular, and all of the highest quality; she was a picture gallery, an anthology of the poets, a precipitation of all that has ever been dreamed of love: her goodly eyes like Saphyres shining bright, her forehead yvory white, her cheeks lyke apples which the sun hath rudded, her lips lyke cherryes charming men to bite, her brest lyke to a bowle of creame uncrudded, her paps lyke a lyllies budded, her snowie neck lyke to a marble towre; and all her body like a pallace fayre, ascending up, with many a stately stayre, to honours seat and chastities sweet bowre.”