. . . quemadmodum gladius neminem occidit, occidentis telum est.
If you can keep playing tennis when somebody is shooting a gun down the street, that's concentration.
You can't kill us all, human. ' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?
I stand in support of this common sense legislation to license everyone who wishes to purchase a gun. . . I also believe that every new handgun sale or transfer should be registered in a national registry
For my part, I wish all guns with their belongings and everything could be sent to hell, which is the proper place for their exhibition and use.
Our surest protection against assault from abroad has been not all our guards, gates and guns, or even our two oceans, but our essential goodness as a people. Our richest asset has been not our material wealth but our values.
The keys to America: The cross, the brew, the dollar, and the gun.
You can't mine coal without machine guns.
Presidential power was overruled by the high bench in July 1974, when President Nixon was ordered to turn over some audio tapes of his White House conversations, including the 'smoking gun' tape of June 23, 1972, that revealing the Watergate cover up.
It [eBook] is like introducing the machine gun to a revolutionary war. It changes everything. If you can reach your fans directly without having to go through a middle man, the entire economics of the publishing business changes.
The gun becomes this psychological totem, this thing of who I am. And it's almost as if using the gun is going to be the thing that's going to be my expression of how I make a difference in the world.
My personal opinion is that guns kill people.
Why do men carry guns and build prison camps, when the nurturing earth is made for freedom?
If an armed nation were a polite nation, America would be paradise. We have more than 200 million guns in private owernship here. But our manners are not getting better.
A cigarette in the hands of a Hollywood star onscreen is a gun aimed at a 12- or 14-year-old.
When it comes to the pinch, human beings are heroic. Women face childbed and the scrubbing brush, revolutionaries keep their mouths shut in the torture chamber, battleships go down with their guns still firing when their decks are awash.
My Life had stood - a Loaded Gun - In Corners - till a Day The Owner passed - identified - And carried Me away -
I swear, Kat, you drive like you’re playing a video game. (Cassandra) Yeah, yeah. Wanna see the ray gun I have under the hood to zap them if they don’t get out of my way? (Katra)
I don't know what it is, exactly, but there's a negative drag on film sets after the second week or so, a mutinous vibe because the infinite capacities of the directors and everybody else become quite finite and everybody's under the gun and it becomes work.
Maybe it was a Patty Hearst thing. Stockholm syndrome or whatever it's called when you're being held against your will but then you become sucked in and fall in love. Or if not exactly love, you fall into something you can't see out of. 'I can't shoot a machine gun' becomes 'Hey, this hardly has any kick-back!