Top 44 Pickett Quotes
#1. Pickett's lines being nearer, the impact was heaviest upon them.
James Longstreet
#2. General Pickett, finding the battle broken while the enemy was still reinforcing, called the troops off.
James Longstreet
#3. Randy Newman seemed like an even worse singer than me. I liked Ray Charles, Levi Stubbs, Jack Jones, Joe Tex, Wilson Pickett.
Donald Fagen
#4. I never thought I'd get a chance to sing with Wilson Pickett but we did.
Eddie Floyd
#5. 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
#6. 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
#7. 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
#8. 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
#9. When I started playing, I played in R&B bands. I played James Brown, Wilson Pickett, Otis Redding and all that.
Neil Peart
#10. 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
#11. 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
#12. 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
#13. 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
#14. Put your hands on your hip, let your back bone slip. Do the Watusi, like my little Lucy.
Wilson Pickett
#15. 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
#16. Polypharmacology and curmudgeonliness were keeping her alive.
Rex Pickett
#17. 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
#18. I'm going to wait til the midnight hour, that's when my love begins to shine.
Wilson Pickett
#19. 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
#20. 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
#21. Palate properly whetted, I spelunked for her clitoris, tasting Bourgogne Rouge and Maya's body.
Rex Pickett
#23. 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
#26. 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
#27. There's more than one way to die ... A heart can still beat when it's broken.
Brooks
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Michelle K. Pickett
#28. 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
#29. 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
#30. Berry Gordy believed in owning the artist for life and controlling everything: the money, the station wagons, everything.
Wilson Pickett
#31. Miles, it's only morning and you're already drunk."
"No, I'm not," I weakly protested. "I'm just thirsty.
Rex Pickett
#32. 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
#33. I forced a swift smile, then turned back to my glass, salvation and sanctuary viniferously bundled into one.
Rex Pickett
#34. In Hollywood, between enthusiasm and money lies the Sahara Desert.
Rex Pickett
#35. Up men to your posts! Don't forget today that you are from old Virginia.
George Pickett
#36. I always thought the Yankees had something to do with it.
George Pickett
#37. 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
#38. 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
#39. 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
#40. 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
#41. That old man ... had my division massacred at Gettysburg!
George Pickett
#42. Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.
Rex Pickett
#44. You're such a cheater. The best wood in your golf bag is your pencil!
Rex Pickett
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