Quotes About Pistol

A schimbat pana, cheia ce deschide sufletul poetului, pe un pistol, cheia ce deschide porÈ›ile lumii. C?ci atunci când expediem un glonte în pieptul unui om e ca È™i când am p?trunde noi înÈ™ine în pieptul acestuia; iar pieptul altuia înseamn? lumea.

It was a precautionary measure, unlikely to be used, but the designers of the pistol perhaps had lived in more turbulent times, when even the craftworlds had raised their weapons against each other.

The hoofbeats rang through the town like pistol shots.

It's a Glock. You squeeze that part, things come out of that part. Very fast.

him, he barged into your office. I went after him with my .45." Joan kept the pistol in a desk drawer. "He was trying

When I thought of the ferocity and strength of the fairy race, and the fact that it took all I had to open the damn blister pack and extricate the water pistols, my chosen method of defense seemed ludicrous. I'd be armed with a plastic water pistol and a trowel.

My next film, 'The Prince Of Players,' was Hollywood's first turkey in CinemaScope - when CinemaScope was new and hotter than a pistol.

There is a pistol in her purse. Small and dainty, a little .22 caliber. She much prefers her rifle, but that's not exactly something you take with you into a bar. Even a sleazy one like this.

You shouldn't abuse the revolutionaries, Mother Streetcorner. My pistol is on your side. It's to help you find more things worth eating in your basket.

It is not the office of art to spotlight alternatives, but to resist by its form alone the course of the world, which permanently puts a pistol to men's heads.

It is a strange trade that of advocacy. Your intellect, your highest heavenly gift is hung up in the shop window like a loaded pistol for sale.

I know you're the only pistol champion we have, but I'd rather they no see enough of you to hit. You're also the only wife I have... You're so sweet.' ...at the moment.

If he was silent I could be silent too. Indeed, I could very well do with a little rest in this subdued, frightened-to-death rocking chair, before I drove to wherever the beast's lair was - and then pulled the pistol's foreskin back, and then enjoyed the orgasm of the crushed trigger.

before I drove to wherever the beast's lair was - and then pulled the pistol's foreskin back, and then enjoyed the orgasm of the crushed trigger.

A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect. It is an antic which does not stand upon manners, but comes bounding into the presence, and does not show the less comic for being dragged in sometimes by the head and shoulders. What though it limp a little, or prove defective in one leg? — all the better.

darted in first, my pistol up. Lori came in behind me. I scanned the shitty little apartment quickly. Bedroom, bathroom, nothing. The window was open, and I muttered "Shit" as I wedged myself onto the fire-escape landing. It was a long way down. Cops with a thing about heights shouldn't climb around on fire escapes. But there was no choice.

where'd you get that pistol? At the gettin place

In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.

A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.

There is no arguing with Johnson, for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of

election were held in the forthcoming three to four months, under the terms of the Government of Ireland Act, 'there would be a general boycott, at the point of a pistol, on the word of Michael Collins'. To which Lloyd George replied feelingly that if Michael Collins could stop three million people using their vote, it did not say much for the success of the policy they were pursuing.

I paid the cabman exactly his fare. He received it with an oath; upon which I instantly gave him a tract. If I had presented a pistol at his head, this abandoned wretch could hardly have exhibited greater consternation. He jumped up on his box, and, with profane exclamations of dismay, drove off furiously. Quite useless, I am happy to say! I sowed the good seed, in spite of him, by throwing a second tract in at the window of the cab.

My pistol is a fawty-one Colt,' Lucas said. Which it would be; the only thing he hadn't actually known was the calibre—that weapon workable and efficient and well cared for yet as archaic peculiar and unique as the gold toothpick, which had probably (without doubt) been old Carothers McCaslin's pride a half century ago. 'All right,' he said. 'Then what?' 'He wasn't shot with no fawty-one Colt.

The 9 × 19mm cartridge, often referred to as the 9mm Parabellum,