Quotes About Bomb

The original reason to start the project, which was that the Germans were a danger, started me off on a process of action, which was to try to develop this first system at Princeton and then at Los Alamos, to try to make the bomb work.

My job was to produce plutonium that was used for atomic bomb.

I also was producing, working on other materials for the hydrogen bomb. They call it lithium-6 and tritium. I was working on these and the only use for lithium-6 is the hydrogen bomb.

I know Chicago cops. They're tough. They have to be. The whole city would explode. It's like a bomb, Chicago.

I remember when John Cameron Swayze over the television told me personally that the Russians now had the atomic bomb; then I knew that we were goners.

Smash the right two particles together in the right way and you get a bomb. That's us, Dex. Accidental fusion.

But terrorists—" He shook his head. "They're the parasites of the century. They want to make a statement, they simply toss a bomb or round up innocent people to hold hostage, or kill without compunction, remorse or compassion.

On November 5, to kick off the final, coordinated assault on Baluch, Stu Mansfield, positioned with Atta at the warlord's mountaintop compound, ordered the drop of a bomb called a BLU-82, which Mansfield called "the Motherfucker of All Bombs." A few minutes after dawn, barreling toward earth was the largest non-nuclear explosive device in the United States' arsenal.

They have involved co-operation between the Iraqi intelligence and al-Qaeda operatives on training and combined operations regarding bomb making and chemical and biological weapons.

The Deadheads are doing the dance of life and this I would say is the answer to the atom bomb.

We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like cauliflowers. The bomb opens like a shoebox. And the child? The child is certainly not yawning. And the woman? The woman is bathing her heart. It has been torn out of her and as a last act she is rinsing it off in the river. This is the death market. America, where are your credentials?

The war spirit's getting into me again. I have a hundred years of Ohio love behind me and I'm going to bomb out this trench.

The rules of suspense are that you do know, and you just don't know when. In the Hitchcock rules of suspense, you are supposed to know that there is a bomb on the bus that might blow up, and then it becomes very tense - but if you don't know that there's a bomb and it just blows up, then it's just a surprise.

Realize that a Muslim will know that his wife was seen naked in this machine. You know what would be the reaction?... Terrible. I believe there's technology out there that can identify bomb-type materials without necessarily, overly invading our privacy.

A terrorist is someone who has a bomb, but doesn't have an air force.

You can absolutely drive through an atmospheric bomb test and not be affected.

Ivan had never thought of his nightmares as being insufficiently imaginative, before tonight. Dark, wet, constricted, underground, check. How had he left out biohazards? After all that, the frigging unexploded bomb just seemed a . . . a redundant redundancy. And the stray corpse a mere decoration. How did I get into this mess? Miles isn't even here.

Don't ask who planted the bomb; in those days there were many such planters, many gardeners of violence.

Somewhere in there the grace of a ballet dancer joins with the strength of an SAS squaddie, the dignity of an ancient kind, the nerve of a bomb disposal officer.

No war material has ever made that much difference.' 'No? I cite the fission bomb of 1945. I cite the Null-G anti-gravity installations of 2022. Talley's All-Field Radar Trip-Screen of 2194. Material can often make the difference, especially when there's the chance of the enemy getting it first.

America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb

So there was no bomb?" "Apparently not." I turned and looked back at the house, amazed. Trust me.

Well, the bad news," Swedish said from the wheel, "is that Chess still thinks he's funny." "What's the good news?" Loretta asked, leaning on our little copper-tubed harpoon. "That Kodoc dropped a bomb on the city?

I love you the way a knife loves a heart, the way a bomb loves a crowd; the way your mother warned you about, essentially.