Quotes About Gun

Play the game of peace, not the war.Play, not with gun, but with laughter.

This woman goes into a gun shop and says, 'I want to buy a gun for my husband.' The clerk says, 'Did he tell you what kind of gun?' 'No,' she replied. 'He doesn't even know I'm going to shoot him.

To the divisive forces that would take freedom away, I want to tell you something: You can have my gun. You can pry it from my cold dead hands!

I'm scared of madmen with knives, and perverts hiding in alleys. I'm scared of people, because they're shit. But etheric entities don't frighten me. They don't have hands of flesh and blood. They can't fire a gun. The only way they can hurt you is through fear, your own mind. You must know that.

I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.

I opened my coat and flashed the gun to Brew, all I had to do was point it and pull the trigger and that would be the end of one of my enemies. I'd probably have to shoot the second as he ran way from me totting the gun.

I pulled the loaded gun out of my coat, most people were the worst for wear with the drink, although I was well known and easily recognised with the big scar down my face. Well, didn't I go and let both barrels off at the streetlight, it exploded into pieces and the front of the pub went into darkness.

Confederate Secretary of the Navy Stephen Mallory took a different view. "The Great McClelland the young Napoleon," Mallory told his wife, "now like a whipped cur lies on the banks of the James River crouched under his Gun Boats.

Believing the monster was preparing to ram his yacht, Bud Harris panicked. Drunk, depressed, and suddenly quite terrified of meeting the same horrible fate as his lover, the millionaire shoved the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger, blasting the back of his head open like a ripe watermelon.

Used a replica gun to steal a replica sportscar and experienced a replica of remorse

He was scared. I could see that as clearly as I could see his face. This gun in his hand, it was supposed to take the fear away, to make him the master of this whole situation. But it was doing exactly the opposite. It was making him so scared he could barely think straight. This was an instant lesson for me, even at nine years old. It was something I'd remember forever.

What was the competition? Well, I remember this Puerto Rican who came out in a short skirt and a gun.

Part of my focus on what we need to do around smart gun safety laws is recognize we have to have more enforcement around gun dealers.

You're a vampire, Richie. And I've got a gun the size of Nebraska. What's the worst that could happen?

I love the idea of a movie hero in a thriller who is able to get ahead by just his brilliance, and not with a gun or by being an action hero.

Well my gun fires seven different shades of shit, so what's your favorite color, punk?

Do you always carry a gun?' Peach asked. *** 'It's Florida,' Annalie said. She hefted her purse up and down as if she were working out with weights. 'Even Mickey Mouse probably carries a piece.

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Buck stared incredulously. "This is the first time you ever fired a gun? And you live in Florida?

Buck wondered how Blister Krill had survived to middle age in a place as ethnically diverse and gun-crazy as Florida. He was confronted with the possibility that Blister had been a different person before becoming obsessed with Bayou Brethren. It was one thing to market a television program to attract low-class shit-kickers; it was another thing to create them.

Now we sit and wait," the woman said, and she settled into a chair, the gun on her lap. "What are we waiting for?" Jane asked. The woman stared at her. Said, calmly: "The end.

Mr. Prendick, do as I instructed, or I will have the significant pleasure of shooting you.

He was an enigma, John Pritkin: a mad scientist with gun calluses and old scars and even more secrets than me.

Ooh, James, are you selling your soul to a cold gun?