Most of your desires are not really about yourself. You just picked them up from your social surroundings.
I thought I would keep the first name Susan and change the last name but I picked up this book and as I opened it the lead character in it was called Morgan Brittany.
Hands that picked cotton can now pick the mayor.
I've never had formal drama-school training; I've just picked things up as I've gone along.
Anybody looking for a quiet life has picked the wrong century to born in.
I'm writing a novel about two actresses who go to New York, because that's what I know about. One has lost touch with reality, disappears and is picked up by a man.
The good thing is I picked a profession that I'm passionate about.
Joseph Cotten, who said, You know how I got my name? Sammy Davis picked it for me. Never got a dinner!
My parents had a certain resolve to them that I don’t see as so prevalent today. Through good times and bad, they were committed to one another. Their relationship wasn’t something to be constantly examined or picked apart.
Recently, I went up to Casino Rama to see Martin Short's show, just to see how he put it all together. And after the show, I went backstage and picked his brain to find out why he did certain things.
Although the financial crisis, you know, receded a while ago, we kind of never picked up on it.
Why couldn't Obama have picked somebody respectable as his running mate, you know, like John Kerry did?
My daughters been picked up so many times she's starting to grow handles
Our task is to stand tall in God's love, secure in our place, sparkling in kindness, surrounded by his goodness, freely giving to all who come our way. You, me, and the Christmas tree. Picked, purchased, and pruned.
Today if I'm a cricketer it is because of Sachin Tendulkar. Else, I would never have picked up a bat. He's the reason behind me playing cricket
In this room I have picked which gun was unloaded out of ten options. And then they pulled the trigger on me. I have picked stocks that went on to skyrocket. I have picked which pencil I would shove into Ms. Robertson’s ear until she kicked me out for thinking about it.
I had not picked up a tennis racket in 15 years, so I tried.
I picked such seemingly disparate essays, I thought it was important to say what was the guiding principle in the selection rather than focus on any one essay. I reached for some principle that had been subconscious in me and lifted it into consciousness. Authenticity and sincerity were the most important unifying principles of all these apparently different essays.
Today she met me at the door, said I would have to choose, if I picked up that fishing rod today, she'd be packing all her things and she'd be gone by noon. . . . well I'm gonna miss her when I get home tonight.
But give me more credit than that. Someone else may have dealt the hand, but I picked it up off the table, I played every card, and I had my reasons.