Quotes About Shot

The shots had dispersed the birds; there remained only two marabous, standing between ten and twenty paces away and plunged in reverie. They were like two old men with bald heads pressed between the shoulders.

Today a great shot for freedom was heard. I think it stands a chance of being heard forever. It marls a turning point in the history of the Jewish people. The beginning of the return to a statues of dignity we have not known for two thousand years. Yes, today was the first step back. My battle is done. Now I turn the command over to the soldiers.

if you'd only met her in Gotham, for instance, I should have had a song all ready for you. When you came in, I was just perfecting a little song about a wild woman of Gotham, who made love to young men and then shot 'em—till

He was shot dead in the old town during a bookbuy that went wrong.

A doll with skin like that isn't going to mess it up with a revolver shot. [...] Revolvers are meant for crocodile-skins like ours.

The work of the director is the work of constructing the shot list from the script.

Shivajinagara' is set in Bangalore's Shivajinagar. We shot most of the film on those busy streets.

What strikes me is that 'XIII' looks like a movie. The shot making is movie-like, which is kind of fun - the kind of playful action movie shot making is pretty, is pretty good. What's also great about this game is its style and interesting story-line.

I do like match play. I like trying to match an opponent shot for shot. It's a challenge. And it's something different.

Golf is a great example to me. Golf is a metaphor of life. I mean, every shot. You have this beautiful hole, this beautiful opportunity to get a good score.

I did a lot of 'NYPD Blues' and 'Law & Orders' and a couple of other ones that were shot in New York earlier in my career.

First of all, in the old days, if you wanted to show someone getting shot on film, all you could do was place an effect in the original take. And if you wanted to brighten somebody's face and leave the rest of the room dark, that was a very expensive process.

I paid attention how to land a big shot, like Oscar De La Hoya with the left hook.

I think the way Venky has shot this film and showcased our love story on screen is going to make 'Rang De' stand out.

I became a process-oriented athlete; one who believed in giving it his best shot and not bothering about the outcome.

I was in the Oval Office when Neil Armstrong landed on the moon because I was called in to coordinate the coverage. I got to thinking, 'We have a feed from the moon. We've got a feed from the Earth. I can set up the first interplanetary shot in history.'

I think I shot 78 one time. My golf game is so overrated.

There was something disagreeable, and somehow reptilian, about the cold, contained way Stephen took up his stance, raised his pistol, looked along the barrel with his pale eyes, and shot the head off the king of hearts.

My heart was crazy now; it's too complicated to know what it was beating for, and how much of it was him and how much of it was the hunting - I think I cared about the deer that got shot - but it didn't matter then. Something was there and its source was irrelevant. It was so easy to feel nothing, all the time, and I held on as hard as I could, because the worst thing, I thought, now, would be for it to go away.

his former boss at CIA, Simpson had still been sitting in death, only with him instead of a car seat it was a ladder-back chair in the kitchen that was now all mottled with the dead man's blood. The shot had come from the unfinished chunk of construction across the street. The hour of execution—for

Michael stared narrowly at her. "So you shot me to save my life?" "Well, yeah. Basically," she answered. "It was a big risk to take," he muttered, apparently only partially mollified. "Better than certain death." Then she added quietly, "I didn't want to lose you.

One fine day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other. They pulled out their swords and shot one another. One deaf cop, on the beat heard the noise, and came and shot the two dead boys.

But when I think of the night he was shot at, the night he did coin tricks, I cant help recalling him gazing up from my bed, intoxicated and disturbingly intoxicating. Page 157

She hit the package straight on. It fell into Ben's hands. "Nice shot." He handed it to her. "Thanks," she said. "Open it," instructed Jessica, as if Zoe had been