Sterling Hayden
- military officer
- autobiographer
- novelist
- character actor
- television actor
- film actor
- actor
- military personnel
- author
- model
- Born 1916-03-26
- Died 1986-05-23 (aged 70)
- Nationality United States
- Years active 1941–1982
Biography
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Known for
Filmography
See full filmography| Role | ||||
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1976 | 1900 | Movie | 60 | |
| 1973 | The Long Goodbye | Movie | 57 | |
| 1972 | The Godfather | Movie | Mark McCluskey | 56 |
| 1964 | Dr. Strangelove | Movie | 48 | |
| 1956 | The Killing | Movie | 40 | |
| 1954 | Johnny Guitar | Movie | 38 | |
| 1950 | The Asphalt Jungle | Movie | 34 |
Career timeline
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1916 age 0
Born1950 age 34
CreditThe Asphalt Jungle1954 age 38
CreditJohnny Guitar1956 age 40
CreditThe Killing1964 age 48
CreditDr. Strangelove1972 age 56
CreditThe Godfather1973 age 57
CreditThe Long Goodbye1976 age 60
Credit19001986 age 70
Died
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Quotes
What confuses me is I ain't all that unhappy. So why do I drink? I don't know.
Sterling Hayden, CC BY-SA 4.0
To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen, who play with their boats at sea — "cruising," it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.
Sterling Hayden, CC BY-SA 4.0
"I’ve always wanted to sail to the South Seas, but I can’t afford it." What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of "security." And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine — and before we know it our lives are gone. <br /> What does a man need — really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in — and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That's all — in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention from the sheer idiocy of the charade. <br />The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed. <br /> Where, then, lies the answer? In choice. Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purs
Sterling Hayden, CC BY-SA 4.0
The sun beats down and you pace, you pace and you pace. Your mind flies free and you see yourself as an actor, condemned to a treadmill wherein men and women conspire to breathe life into a screenplay that allegedly depicts life as it was in the old wild West. You see yourself coming awake any one of a thousand mornings between the spring of 1954, and that of 1958—alone in a double bed in a big white house deep in suburban Sherman Oaks, not far from Hollywood. <br /> The windows are open wide, and beyond these is the backyard swimming pool inert and green, within a picket fence. You turn and gaze at a pair of desks not far from the double bed. This is your private office, the place that shelters your fondest hopes: these desks so neat, patiently waiting for the day that never comes, the day you'll sit down at last and begin to write. <br /> Why did you never write? Why, instead, did you grovel along, through the endless months and years, as a motion‑picture actor? What held you to it,
Sterling Hayden, CC BY-SA 4.0
I'll make no bones about it, I'm thinking of quitting analysis. When a man's bogged down, when the thing he is trying to do isn't working out, then he has to damn good and well change his way of living. If you would only hold out some hope to me, then it might be different. <br />I'll say this, too, that if it hadn't been for you I wouldn’t have turned into a stoolie for J. Edgar Hoover. I don't think you have the foggiest notion of the contempt I have had for myself since the day I did that thing.
Sterling Hayden, CC BY-SA 4.0
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Facts
- Nationalities
- United States
- Cause of death
- prostate cancer
- Height
- 194 cm
- Languages
- English
- Years active
- 1941–1982
- Genres
- Western film, drama film, film noir, adventure film, action film, war film, comedy film