Quotes About Pistols

He says his aim is poetry. One does not aim at poetry with pistols. At poets, perhaps.

Both had suggestive bulges in their pockets which told of either huge genitalia or trousered pistols.

In another dispatch, Bunch wrote that "on the part of individuals the sense of danger is evinced by the purchase of fire-arms, especially of revolver pistols, of which very large numbers have been sold during the last month.

Captain Carpenter rose up in his prime Put on his pistols and went riding out But had got wellnigh nowhere at that time Till he fell in with ladies in a rout.

They mounted, pistols in hand, saps of rawhide and riverrock looped about their wrists like the implements of some primitive equestrian game. Glanton looked back at them and then nudged forth his horse.

Only Southerners have taken horsewhips and pistols to editors about the treatment or maltreatment of their manuscript. This--the actual pistols--was in the old days, of course, we no longer succumb to the impulse. But it is still there, within us.

Patrick Sweeney

I have seen purer liquors, better seagars, finer tobacco, truer guns and pistols, larger dirks and bowie knives, and prettier courtezans here, than in any other place I have ever visited; and it is my unbiased opinion that California can and does furnish the best bad things that are obtainable in America.

If either of you gentlemen should forget himself, I will have his blood, or he will have mine.' "'Amen!' called Daddy Gobseck as he put his pistols back in their place; 'but a man must have blood in his veins though before he can risk it, my son, and you have nothing but mud in yours.

No matter how one approaches the figures, one is forced to the rather startling conclusion that the use of firearms in crime was very much less when there were no controls of any sort and when anyone, convicted criminal or lunatic, could buy any type of firearm without restriction. Half a century of strict controls on pistols has ended, perversely, with a far greater use of this weapon in crime than ever before.

I touched one of the pistols gingerly. "I don't know if they're loaded yet." "Certainly they are. The man is nothing if not thorough." He eased himself back down, groaning slightly. "You think you know him awfully well, don't you?" I asked, with an edge that rather surprised me. "Yes, I do," he answered promptly.

For several years at the University of Virginia, students had an annual tradition of raising hell around campus, burning tar barrels and shooting pistols into the air.

This is the dark. Lights strung up all the way. Depression; and driven deeper in, by hunger, pistols, and despair, they took the tunnel.