Quotes About Gun

Honey, a man can't keep his gun in a cookie jar. It just isn't done.

The most reasonable man always manages, when he pulls the trigger, to become a dispenser of justice.

Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.

White man makes guns? No problem. Black rapper says "gun"? Congressional hearing.

I was born the son of a lawless man, always spoke my mind with a gun in my hand.

Oh look, an ATM! Ok, here we go! I lost all my money, now what do I do? Get a gun! Rob a casino! Good idea! Look at all the lights! This is beautiful.

If have to undergo preschool safety checks every morning, why does a random thug get to own an assault rifle?

In the dark morning silence, I placed a gun to her head. She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead.

The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.

This country has a mental health problem disguised as a gun problem, and a tyranny problem disguised as a security problem.

You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

If everyone who had a gun just shot themselves, there wouldn't be a problem.

Stability and peace in our land will not come from the barrel of a gun, because peace without justice is an impossibility.

Love and kindness are a kind of gun that we can use to change everyone without hurting anyone.

I think the air is out of the gun control balloon, and I think what popped the balloon is politics and elections.

What is a left-wing socialist but a Marxist without a gun?

The NRA, with the fingers on the triggers when they kneel and pray.

All political power comes from the barrel of a gun. The communist party must command all the guns, that way, no guns can ever be used to command the party.

Power comes from the muzzle of a gun, those that have the guns have the power, those that have the power dictate what type of government their shall be.

He lay on the bed and he felt he might never rise from it. He lay in an enormous torpor. The world was too heavy to bear and it was settling itself onto his chest. He felt old, old. Civilizations had risen and fallen in the brief time that he had lived. He felt that when the old man's head exploded across the snow he should have turned the gun on himself.

One element, however, tends to go flagrantly missing in even the most vivid conspiracy theories about the banking system, let alone in official accounts: that is, the role of war and military power. There's a reason why the wizard has such a strange capacity to create money out of nothing. Behind him, there's a man with a gun.

The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.

I wish to God she had had an M-4 in her office.

I always write with my .357 magnum handy. Why? Well, you never know when God may try to interfere.