Alfred Hitchcock
Alfred Hitchcock
Sir Alfred Joseph Hitchcock, KBE, was an English film director and producer, at times referred to as "The Master of Suspense". He pioneered many elements of the suspense and psychological thriller genres. He had a successful career in British cinema with both silent films and early talkies and became renowned as England's best director. Hitchcock moved to Hollywood in 1939 and became a US citizen in 1955...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionDirector
Date of Birth13 August 1899
CityLondon, England
When accepting the American Film Institute Life Achievement award: I beg permission to mention by name only four people who have given me the most affection, appreciation, and encouragement, and constant collaboration. The first of the four is a film editor, the second is a scriptwriter, the third is the mother of my daughter Pat (Patricia Hitchcock), and the fourth is as fine a cook as ever performed miracles in a domestic kitchen. And their names are Alma Reville.
It seems to me that television is exactly like a gun. Your enjoyment of it is determined by which end of it you're on.
The picture's over. Now I have to go and put it on film.
These are bagpipes. I understand the inventor of the bagpipes was inspired when he saw a man carrying an indignant, asthmatic pig under his arm. Unfortunately, the man-made sound never equalled the purity of the sound achieved by the pig.
The paperback is very interesting but I find it will never replace the hardcover book - it makes a very poor doorstop.
I'm not against the police; I'm just afraid of them.
Never judge a country by its politicians.
There is nothing to winning, really. That is, if you happen to be blessed with a keen eye, an agile mind, and no scruples whatsoever.
Happiness is a small house, with a big kitchen.
Our primary function is to create an emotion and our secondary function is to sustain that emotions.
Man does not live by murder alone. He needs affection, approval, encouragement and, occasionally, a hearty meal.
For me, the cinema is not a slice of life, but a piece of cake.
Blondes make the best victims. They're like virgin snow that shows up the bloody footprints.
One never knows the ending. One has to die to know exactly what happens after death, although Catholics have their hopes.