Quote by Dabney Coleman

To tell you the truth I am hard put to think of anyone who's career was affected significantly by making all those phone calls and I must be wrong. I must be wrong! Because it has just got to pay off!


To tell you the truth I am hard put to think of anyone who's

Summary

The quote reflects the frustration and doubt of an individual who questions the effectiveness of making numerous phone calls to advance their career. Despite feeling uncertain about its impact, they try to convince themselves that the effort will eventually yield positive results. The statement reveals a mix of skepticism and desperateness, as the person acknowledges the possibility of being mistaken, yet clings onto hope that their persistence will be rewarded.

By Dabney Coleman
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