Abstract art: a product of the untalented sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
I was adrift for a while. I worked as a substitute teacher; I sold cars.
I want my books sold on airport bookstalls.
It was emotional when Chrysler sold out to the Germans.
'The Outsiders' died on the vine being sold as a drugstore paperback.
When I was teaching at Cambridge, I sold handbags on the market.
I sold my house to Jerry Seinfeld.
The thing is, I don't want to be sold to when I walk into a store. I want to be welcomed.
