Quotes About Gun

I don't know why you've been such a grouchy old bastard lately, but it's going to stop." [Linda] threw open the refrigerator and pulled out an insulated lunchbox. "Here. I made you a lunch. Take your pretty new gun and go shoot something.

Dirty Harriet there is a loose cannon. She pulled a gun on my men." "They were unconscious." "What if they weren't? We'd have had a fire fight in the middle of the street on Christmas night." "Do you really want someone like that around your daughter?" "Considering she detected the threat against this home when your men couldn't, yes.

Mami said nothing for a while, and then she went into her bedroom. I figured she was going to emerge with my father's Saturday-night special, the one thing of his that she'd kept when he left. To protect us, she claimed, but more likely to shoot my father dead if she ever saw him again.

She thought she should take a moment to pray. But, as she was holding a loaded rifle, conventional prayer did not seem entirely suitable. Sister Peg hoped that God would help her, but it was her belief that He much preferred for people to attend to themselves. Life was a test; it was up to you to pass it or not. She raised the gun to her clavicle and angled one eye down the length of the barrel.

I discovered to my relief and delight that it "was" a gun in his pocket.

A difference in self loathing? Please. The only difference between a gun and a rope is the time it takes to tie the knot.

He stands in the kitchen doorway, a black figure surrounded by the yellow light background, the small details of his face unseen from the darkness of the living room. His left shoulder leans slightly against the threshold, a pistol suspended from the left hand, dangling in the yellow space between the hip and the dark.

It was an emergency!" Seth blurted. "Read my lips—emergency reading—not some demented idea of fun. If I were starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehaven, I would read a book, okay, are you happy?

It was an emergency!" Seth blurted. "Read my lips - emergency reading - not some demented idea of fun. If I was starving, I would eat asparagus. If somebody held a gun to my head, I would watch a soap opera. And to save Fablehaven, I would read a book, okay, are you happy?" You had best be careful, Seth," Grandma warned. "The love of reading can be contagious." I just lost my appetite," he declared...

As she'd left, I'd glanced at her gun. This time, when she'd pointed it at me, she'd flicked the safety on. If that wasn't true love, I don't know what was.

So," Marasi said, "you traded a dead man's scarf for another dead man's gun. But…the gun itself belonged to someone dead, so by the same logic—" "Don't try," Waxillium said. "Logic doesn't work on Wayne." "I bought a ward against it off a traveling fortune-teller," Wayne explained. "It lets me add two 'n' two and get a pickle.

I froze, shocked. (And don't try to claim that you did anything different the first time a government bureaucrat pulled a gun on you.)

You know, the fact that you were educated in a gun factory kinda shows sometimes

You're wrong about me". Wax said, spinning the chamber, feeling the trigger, hoping the gun still worked. He looked up at Bleeder and leveled the weapon. Looking down these sights, he saw Lessie. His stomach turned again. "How am I wrong?" Bleeder asked. Rusts she was crying. "I'm not Harmony's hands", Wax whispered. "I'm his sword." Then he fired.

Maybe you should spend a little less time with your thing and more with your gun." "Now that sounded dirty." "Good. I hate being crass by accident.

The earth is not a lair, neither is it a prison. The earth is a Paradise, the only one we'll ever know. We will realize it the moment we open our eyes. We don't have to make it a Paradise-it is one. We have only to make ourselves fit to inhabit it. The man with the gun, the man with murder in his heart, cannot possibly recognize Paradise even when he is shown it.

The Earth is a paradise, the only one we will ever know. We will realize it the moment we open our eyes. We don't have to make it a paradise - it is one. We have only to make ourselves fit to inhabit it. The man with the gun, the man with murder in his heart, cannot possibly recognize paradise even when he is shown it.

I was once asked to do my Tarzan yell at Bergdorf Goodman, and a guard burst in with a gun! Now I only do it under controlled circumstances.

Should the high court be able to roll back state health regulations whose efficacy was at least debatable? If your answer is yes, logical consistency should encourage you to apply this same logic to the court's consideration of state-level gun control.

I'm a Yogi and a tea drinker, and having a gun is the last thing that one would expect of me as a human being.

I can't imagine how traumatic it must be to have a gun pointed to your head for no reason at all.

I'm active in PAX, which is a gun awareness organization. We treat gun safety as a public health issue.

I don't know why you are treating me like this. The only thing I have done is carry a pistol into a movie.

There is considerable merit to the notion of treating gun violence as a public health matter.