Quotes About Weapon

Bond slowly, wearily bent his head and looked at the ground between his spread hands. It was the girl, Tilly. She was watching the buildings below. She had a rifle Ã¢â'¬â€œ a rifle that must have been among the innocent golf clubs Ã¢â'¬â€œ ready to fire on them. Damn and blast the silly bitch!

Of all of them, I'd choose the Walther PPK 7.65 mm. It only came fourth after the Japanese M-14, the Russian Tokarev and the Sauer M-38. But I like its light trigger pull and the extension spur of the magazine gives a grip that should suit 007. It's a real stopping gun. Of course it's about a .32 calibre as compared with the Beretta's .25, but I wouldn't recommend anything lighter. And you can get ammunition for the Walther anywhere in the world.

The mage pulled my knife out of his side and looked at it. "Nice knife." The voice was deep but female. I threw my second knife. The blade bit into the mage's chest. Shit. Missed the neck. "Here, have another one.

Your sword is made out of your grandmother's bones?" "Okay, I see how it sounds weird when you say it in that tone of voice

When a man takes up arms, he does so for many reasons. Sometimes to punish, sometimes to intimidate or frighten. But when a woman picks up a weapon, she means to kill.

Do we have a flamethrower?" Curran asked. "No." "We should get a flamethrower.

Just so you know: if a rakshasa shows up, I left my sword in the car.

Dakkan, my spear. My grandmother had a huge problem with that name, because the closest translation of it to English would be "Stabby." She claimed it wasn't a proper name for a weapon, so after the first Dakkan broke, I offered to name the new one Sharpy McStabbison, the Son of Stabby, after which she groaned and left my quarters, followed by a throng of her advisors all giving me reproachful looks.

It's a hunting revolver." I slumped back. "It's for big game hunting." "Texas," Alessandro said, loading a state's worth of meaning into a single word.

I still believe that if your aim is to change the world, journalism is a more immediate short-term weapon.

I think you can ban guns if you can just pull the trigger and 60 bullets fire out.

Guns require a finger to pull the trigger.

The nuclear weapon is obsolete. I want to get rid of them all.

I carry a weapon. I got a death threat a few years ago and was really scared. But I don't want bodyguards. I am my own security.

If the guy in front of you at the polls has arm swords, you might want to considering filling out an absentee ballot.

All men are afraid of eyelash curlers. They don't understand them, and they don't want to get near them. I sleep with one under my pillow, instead of a gun.

The act of taking offence becomes a weapon, and its wielder feels empowered by the false indignation.

And here is my secret. Heed this well. The weapon of the godless needs no hand to wield it. The weapon of the godless wields itself. It is without fear. It is empty of guilt and disdainful of retribution. It is all that and more, but one thing it is not: a liar. No slaying in the name of a higher power, no promises of redemption. It will not cloak brutality in the zeal that justifies, that absolves. And this is why it is the most horrifying weapon of all.

What holds me to life, if not desire? What vaster power exists? With it, I swear, I feel I can defy the inevitable. Weapon and shield, companion and ally, enough to make the world back away, enough to surmount the highest walls and cross the deepest chasms. Desire, you stand in place of a lover's arms, and make your embrace such dark comfort. She

What holds me to life, if not desire? What vaster power exists? With it, I swear, I feel I can defy the inevitable. Weapon and shield, companion and ally, enough to make the world back away, enough to surmount the highest walls and cross the deepest chasms. Desire, you stand in place of a lover's arms, and make your embrace such dark comfort.

Discipline is as much facing the enemy within as the enemy before you; for without critical judgement, the weapon you wield delivers – and let us not be coy here – naught but murder. And its first victim is the moral probity of your cause.

Discipline is as much facing the enemy between as the enemy before you; for without critical judgement, the weapon you wield delivers - and let us not be coy here - naught but murder. And its first victim is the moral probity of your cause.

the truth of imagination: that it was a weapon the mind drew at every turn, yet as deadly to its wielder as to its conjured foes. Wisdom arrived as one's skill with that weapon grew – we fight every battle with our imaginations: the battles within, the battles in the world beyond. This is the truth of command, and a warrior must learn command, of oneself and of others.

He suddenly drew out the latest weapon in his arsenal, a long-knife. 'See this? Just like the kind Kalam used. It's a damned fast weapon, but I can't see it doing much against armour.' 'Where Kalam stuck them there wasn't no armour. Throat, armpit, crotch – you should give it to Smiles.' 'I grabbed it to keep it from her, idiot.