I think that I have sold out sometimes.

And so they pitched the show to me. It sounded like a good idea. We pitched the show back, and got it sold and got it on the air. And that’s kicking the tail.

The thing is, I don’t want to be sold to when I walk into a store. I want to be welcomed.

When I sold my first company at 30, I could have done whatever I wanted to do.

You know, I’ve sold a lot of bad movies in my time.

I was not a great guitarist, so I sold my 1960 Fender Stratocaster in exchange for a Shure Microphone, made in Chicago, and a flute.

Her last name was Purchase, and I was sold. I tried to buy, but as there was only one of her, she was OUT OF STOCK. Better luck tomorrow.

I sold ten bags of hellos for five bags of goodbyes. I’d say that’s a good profit. Or it was, before I blew all my goodbyes on ex lovers.

If you have a dream as a child, but you let it go cold, you will grow old only to realize that you have sold your gold for no royalty!

Rollie Fingers called. He wants his fingers back. And his mustache. Too bad I sold them to 1969 to buy some free love. Wait, if it was free, why did I buy it? 1969 ripped...

I had a dream about you. You thought we had everything we needed—food, water, shelter, and love. But I forgot to tell you that to buy the food, water, and shelter, I sold our love...

I never made lots of money at it, but I sold enough.

I sold my very first novel when I was 24 or 25 years old.