A Quote by Chelsea Handler

I would never sell my dog for a man. I'd sell the man. — © Chelsea Handler
I would never sell my dog for a man. I'd sell the man.
When you sell a man a book, you don't sell him 12 ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life.
When you sell a man a book you don't sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue - you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night - there's all heaven and earth in a book, a real book.
I never sell a book. I sell myself. And the way to sell yourself is to be an instrument of love.
I sell bikinis. I sell comforters. I sell Cam'ron pillows. I sell a bunch of things off my likeness, and it all came from music, so it's definitely a blessing.
There's no such thing as 'hard sell' and 'soft sell.' There's only 'smart sell' and 'stupid sell.'
You cannot sell a man who isn't listening; word of mouth is the best medium of all; and dullness won't sell your product, but neither will irrelevant brilliance.
If a dog is biting a black man, the black man should kill the dog, whether the dog is a police dog or a hound dog or any kind of dog. If a dog is fixed on a black man when that black man is doing nothing but trying to take advantage of what the government says is supposed to be his, then that black man should kill that dog or any two-legged dog who sets the dog on him.
Ads sell more than products. They sell values, they sell images. They sell concepts of love and sexuality, of success and perhaps most important, of normalcy. To a great extent, they tell us who we are and who we should be.
Today's smart marketers don't sell products; they sell benefit packages. They don't sell purchase value only; they sell use value.
It is the lash of hunger which compels the poor man to submit. In order to live he must sell - 'voluntarily' sell - himself every day and hour to the 'beast of property.'
I never thought that Spider-Man would become the world wide icon that he is. I just hoped the books would sell and I'd keep my job.
In all important respects, the man who has nothing but his physical power to sell has nothing to sell which it is worth anyone's money to buy
What I proposed was a computer that would be easy to use, mix text and graphics, and sell for about $1,000. Steve Jobs said that it was a crazy idea, that it would never sell, and we didn't want anything like it. He tried to shoot the project down.
Costly grace is the treasure hidden in the field; for the sake of it a man will gladly go and sell all he has. It is the pearl of great price to by which the merchant will sell all his goods.
You've got to tell a story, paint a vision, know your metrics and sell, sell, sell.
The producers want us to sell, sell, sell. That's my little joke. That's what we do by day; by night, we're artists.
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