I don't pick and choose subjects or settings; they pick and choose me.
The ideas choose me, not the other way around.
Dark times call for dark choices. Choose me.
I don't choose what I compose. It chooses me.
I am not the one who loves - It's love that chooses me.
I am not the one who loved, it's love that chooses me. When hatred with it's package comes, you forbid delivery.
I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
I don't choose. Normally it's the book that chooses me.