“Over the years, I've found one rule. It is the only one I give on those occasions when I talk about writing. A simple rule. If you tell yourself you are going to be at your desk tomorrow, you are by that declaration asking your unconscious to prepare the material. You are, in effect, contracting to pick up such valuables at a given time. Count on me, you are saying to a few forces below: I will be there to write.” IfsGivingWritingYearsFoundGivenForceSimpleEffectsMaterialsTomorrowPicksAskingOccasionsUnconsciousDesksDeclarationContractingCount On Me Author:Norman Mailer
“There are millions of ways to not be writing. You say you're not in the mood, you'll pick it up tomorrow.” WayWritingMillionsTomorrowPicksMood Author:Rod Serling
“I don't like it when people ask me what my favourite Beatles song is. I always get that. First of all, I don't like having to pick a favourite thing anyway. You can't pick a favourite Beatles song! What about "Strawberry Fields"? What about "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds"? What about "Tomorrow Never Knows"? Come on. That question is small minded to think you could even have a favourite Beatles song.” PeopleThinkingKnowsFirstsSongAsksSkyFieldsTomorrowPicksAsk MeDiamondFavouriteLucyStrawberriesSmall MindsFavourite Things Author:Kemp Muhl
“If I get rejected for a part, I pick myself up and say, 'OK, not today, maybe tomorrow I'll get this other part or something.'” IfsTodayTomorrowPicksRejectedMaybe Tomorrow Author:Liam Neeson
“Screw up my life?" He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, "I'm a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow." He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, "Do your worst.” MenNeedsYearsSaidPlayThreeFiveFeetWorstArmsTomorrowBandPicksSevenGlassesMedicalThirtyDryOne ManScrewsSeven YearsCleanersScrew UpsDresdenHarry DresdenPolkaDry Cleaners Book:Dead Beat: A Novel of The Dresden Files Source: Dead Beat: A Novel of The Dresden Files
“Actually, I came because I have a last-minute invitation. My friend Erika Gill is having a big party tomorrow night, one of those all-out birthday bashes that girls like. Want to go?" ---------------------------------------- "No. Sorry." "Since it's a catered thing, at a restaurant, I'll pick you up at- what did you say?" "I'm sorry. I can't do it." ---------------------------------------- "You're busy?" "I just can't do it," I said.” WantSaidI CanBigsLastsNightGirlPartyMinutesTomorrowPicksMy FriendsSorryBusyRestaurantsI'm SorryInvitationsThat GirlLast MinuteBash Author:Elizabeth Chandler