Pickett Quotes & Sayings

I can't kill myself, I thought. I'm too insignificant. I'm nothing. I'm a thumbprint on the first-floor window of a skyscraper, a smudge of excrement on a tissue surging out to sea along with millions of tons of raw sewage, a squirrel eating a nut as a car bore down on him. — Rex Pickett

This book has the best quote describing the feeling of getting drunk. "I was starting to get drunk now, and I was clinging with my fingertips to the last vestige of decorum. Soon, however, I knew there would come that moment when, without anyone's bidding, I would slip through a crack in the floorboards and find myself rowing across the River Styx with my demon entourage, and not until morning would I fully be able to assess the consequences". Perfect. — Rex Pickett

The visions scared me. And I was scared to tell anyone about them. I didn't want them to think I was a freak. Maybe I was. That scared me, too. — Michelle K. Pickett

We all have the same 24/7. What we do with our time becomes our priority. Choose what you do with your time and do not lead a life by default — Patt Hollinger Pickett

Atlantic's Jerry Wexler believes first-rate records are made by first-rate voices. He certainly has worked with enough of them: Clyde McPhatter, Joe Turner, La Vern Baker, Ray Charles, Otis Redding, Solomon Burke, Wilson Pickett and Aretha Franklin. — Jon Landau

I can't see why we can't toss in a Junior Walker or Wilson Pickett number in every once in a while. — Jose Carreras

Polypharmacology and curmudgeonliness were keeping her alive. — Rex Pickett

First you harmonize, then you customize. — Wilson Pickett

Miles, it's only morning and you're already drunk."

"No, I'm not," I weakly protested. "I'm just thirsty. — Rex Pickett

He looked like the devil. His skin ruddy, his eyes a glowing yellow. Jet black hair slicked back on his head hung to his shoulders. But the demons didn't call him Devil, or Satan, or even Lucifer. They called him ...
Azazel. — Michelle K. Pickett

That old man ... had my division massacred at Gettysburg! — George Pickett

Pickett excused himself, watchful of Longstreet. Pickett was always saying something to irritate somebody, and he rarely knew why, so his method was simply to apologize in general from time to time and let people know he meant well and then to shove off and hope for the best. He apologized and departed, curls ajiggle. — Michael Shaara

When I showed up at UH, my hair was past my waist. I had a goatee. I wasn't a theater geek; I wasn't an actor. But Cecil Pickett molded me and taught me. — Brett Cullen

The truth was loose: I was the son of a son of a bitch, an ancestral prodigy born to clobber my way through loathsome dungheaps of idiot labor. My genes were cocked and loaded. I was a meteor, a gunslinger, a switchblade boomerang hurled from the pecker dribblets of my forefathers' untainted jalopy seed. I was Al Kaline peggin' home a beebee from the right field corner. I was Picasso applyin' the final masterstroke to his frenzied Guernica. I was Wilson Pickett stompin' up the stairway of the Midnight Hour. I was one blazin' tomahawk of m-fuggin' eel snot. Graceful and indomitable. Methodical and brain-dead. The quintessential shoprat. The Rivethead. — Ben Hamper

You're such a cheater. The best wood in your golf bag is your pencil! — Rex Pickett

Well, it is all over now. The battle is lost, and many of us are prisoners, many are dead, many wounded, bleeding and dying. Your Soldier lives and mourns and but for you, my darling, he would rather, a million times rather, be back there with his dead, to sleep for all time in an unknown grave. — George Pickett

Berry Gordy believed in owning the artist for life and controlling everything: the money, the station wagons, everything. — Wilson Pickett

I never thought I'd get a chance to sing with Wilson Pickett but we did. — Eddie Floyd

Jonah Pickett was like snow days, field trips, candy stores, and Christmas Eve all blended into one big swoosh of a feeling -Felicity Pickle — Natalie Lloyd

I'm going to wait til the midnight hour, that's when my love begins to shine. — Wilson Pickett

Pickett's lines being nearer, the impact was heaviest upon them. — James Longstreet

I always thought the Yankees had something to do with it. — George Pickett

We'll make a bunker hill of it. — George Pickett

There's more than one way to die ... A heart can still beat when it's broken.
Brooks
Concilium Series #1 — Michelle K. Pickett

In tasting rooms I can never tell how tipsy I am. But once I'm outside, the awareness factor of my inebriation is greatly magnified. Everything looks and feels different. The surrounding flora seems to quiver. Colors are riotously iridescent. Sounds are louder; birds in the trees seem to mock you. All sense of reality is swamped. Anything out of the norm might happen! — Rex Pickett

What are you doing?" my mom asked. One side of her mouth curled up.
"I'm trying to move that cup."
My parents laughed. I concentrated on the coffee cup, but it didn't budge.
"I guess I'll have to work on this telekinesis thing. It'll come in handy when Ben is hogging the TV remote and forcing me to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for the fifty-millionth time. — Michelle K. Pickett

I forced a swift smile, then turned back to my glass, salvation and sanctuary viniferously bundled into one. — Rex Pickett

I had the great opportunity to work with some of the greatest artists - the Beach Boys, the Temptations, the Four Tops. Otis Redding. Wilson Pickett. Stevie Wonder. So many great singers. And don't forget Clarence Carter! — Percy Sledge

Palate properly whetted, I spelunked for her clitoris, tasting Bourgogne Rouge and Maya's body. — Rex Pickett

Soul ain't nothing but a feeling. — Wilson Pickett

I snapped to consciousness with the incandescent realization that somewhere, deep in our dreams, or deep in unconsciousness, or deep in the afterlife, all conflicts and acrimonies are resolved. That it was consciousness that so unrelentingly afflicted us with suffering. — Rex Pickett

Up men to your posts! Don't forget today that you are from old Virginia. — George Pickett

General Pickett, finding the battle broken while the enemy was still reinforcing, called the troops off. — James Longstreet

I wish I had your talent, David."
"I like that," he said with a small frown.
"What? That I think you're talented?"
"No. I like how my name sounds on your lips."
David and Eva — Michelle K. Pickett

I was working in the lab late one night When my eyes beheld an eerie sight For my monster from his slab began to rise And suddenly to my surprise ... He did the mash He did the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash ... — Bobby Pickett

I tapped a forefinger to my temple and raised my glass of single-vineyard Foxen Pinot. "Between here and here lies the Rubicon of the imagination. — Rex Pickett

General Lee, I have no division. — George Pickett

I used to always have a pretty high, little clear voice, but as I got older, I got a little cornbread in it. — Wilson Pickett

Pinot Noir country. My grape. The one varietal that truly enchants me, both stills and steals my heart with its elusive loveliness and false promises of transcendence. I loved her, and I would continue to follow her siren call until my wallet--or liver, whichever came first--gave out. — Rex Pickett

I owe the little formal education I got to my drama teacher, Mr. Pickett, who got us to read Shakespeare, Moliere, and other classics. — Dennis Quaid

When I started playing, I played in R&B bands. I played James Brown, Wilson Pickett, Otis Redding and all that. — Neil Peart

I plan to join the 'SNL' band as a maraca player and stand behind saxophonist Lenny Pickett. That way they will at least cut to me before commercial breaks. I'll be sure to look right into camera. — John Mulaney

I'd start to sing, and the record would start skipping. You'd be skipping along with it. Those were the days, my friend. We'd look so stupid, but the kids loved it. — Wilson Pickett

Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect. — Rex Pickett

There are many influences in my music, not only blues. R&B, Motown, gospel, old timey, jazz, even classical are all part of what I do. I started with classical, then country, then blues, and after that I started listening heavily to Motown and gospel. My earliest efforts as a songwriter were soul. Aretha Franklin, Curtis Mayfield, Wilson Pickett, Gladys Knight, James Brown, Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye and Fontella Bass are just a few of the names that come to mind as the God's of soul and Motown. — Rory Block

Not for the first time, I found myself wondering if leaving the compound had been the right thing to do. Then, as always, I looked at David and knew. Yes, I was where I was suposed to be
where David was. — Michelle K. Pickett

In Hollywood, between enthusiasm and money lies the Sahara Desert. — Rex Pickett

Wine is so complex, I mused. Thousands of experts and hundreds of thousands of amateur experts would rhapsodize or vilify the vinification of these seemingly simple bunches of grapes. But in the end, it was just these innocuous clusters, photosynthesis, rain or no rain, cool ocean breezes, alluvial soils, that produced these epiphanies in the bottle hundreds and thousands of miles away. — Rex Pickett

Randy Newman seemed like an even worse singer than me. I liked Ray Charles, Levi Stubbs, Jack Jones, Joe Tex, Wilson Pickett. — Donald Fagen

Put your hands on your hip, let your back bone slip. Do the Watusi, like my little Lucy. — Wilson Pickett

What is it? something you live and breathe in like air? a kind of vacuum filled with wraithlike and indomitable anger and pride and glory at and in happenings that occurred and ceased fifty years ago? a kind of entailed birthright father and son and father and son of never forgiving General Sherman, so that forevermore as long as your childrens' children produce children you wont be anything but a descendant of a long line of colonels killed in Pickett's charge at Manassas? 'Gettysburg,' Quentin said. 'You cant understand it. You would have to be born there. — William Faulkner

If we want to experience the glory of God in our lives continually, we will always need to be seekers of His presence. Have we experienced the presence of God in certain places or through particular devotional and worship patterns? Are we expecting always to find our Beloved there? If we are sensing a lack of His presence, it may be that He wants us to seek Him in new ways or with greater intensity. Seeking Him reveals our true desire for His glory. Perhaps He hides Himself simply so that He can take delight in our desire for Him.
Many — Fuchsia T. Pickett

Will you, Eva? WIll you risk everything to see David? Because that's what you'll be doing"
"I'm not risking anything. Theres nothing here I want if I cant have him. — Michelle K. Pickett