#guns

Who's paying the million bucks? The insurance company. We've been trying for years to get the insurance industry to say to the gun industry, We won't insure you unless you have policies that will reduce the likelihood of guns falling into the wrong hands easily. ↗

— Michael D. Barnes

#bucks #company #easily #falling #get

I've decided to donate my arsenal of machine guns to a hunting charity. That should help raze a million bucks. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#guns #hunting #change

He was sound asleep, his long legs stretched out in front of him, the blessed fire blazing, an empty bottle of wine by his side. He hadn't been shaved recently, and he looked rumpled, dissolute and beautiful. Like a fallen angel. She moved to stand in front of him and pointed the pistol directly at his heart. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he murmured, and then he opened his extraordinary eyes. "It's always unwise to shoot the man you're in love with. ↗

— Anne Stuart

#romance #beauty

If you want your fridge-freezer and your car and a nice house and asphalt on the roads and a health service, then thank the weapons business. Thank the war economy that drives us to this. ↗

— Jasper Fforde

#business

Yea ! by your works are ye justified--toil unrelieved ; Manifold labours, co-ordinate each to the sending achieved ; Discipline, not of the feet but the soul, unremitting, unfeigned ; Tortures unholy by flame and by maiming, known, faced, and disdained ; Courage that suns Only foolhardiness ; even by these, are ye worthy of your guns. ↗

— Gilbert Frankau

#guns #soldiers #suffering #trenches #war

Christmas ought to be brought up to date,” Maria said. “It ought to have gangsters, and aeroplanes and a lot of automatic pistols. ↗

— John Masefield

#gangsters #guns #modernity #dating

Don't forget your great guns, which are the most respectable arguments of the rights of kings. ↗

— Frederick The Great

#great #guns #kings #most #respectable

Death, but not for you, gunslinger. Never for you. You darkle. You tinct. May I be brutally frank? You go on. ↗

— Stephen King

#death

The shots left a hard ringing sound within the closeness of the brick walls. Terry held the pistol at arm's length on a level with his eyes--the Russian Tokarev resembling an old-model Colt .45, big and heavy--and made the sign of the cross with it over the dead. He said, "Rest in peace, motherfuckers," turned, and walked out of the beer lady's house to wait at the side of the road. ↗

— Elmore Leonard

#death #guns #murder #profanity #death

The gunslinger waited for the time of the drawing and dreamed his long dreams of the Dark Tower, to which he would some day come at dusk and approach, winding his horn, to do some unimaginable final battle. ↗

— Stephen King

#dreams