Ballots are the rightful and peaceful successors to bullets.
I won't forget the hood. I won't forget the days of catching a bullet on the way to the mailbox or bricks with death threats that somehow made their way through the window.
Sticks and stones and small caliber bullets may break my bones. . . Words will never, et cetera.
I was just letting the shots fly. You know, I don't leave any bullets in the chamber.
I want world leaders to choose books over bullets. . . We can afford to give every girl 12 years of free education. It is absolutely in our power, and when we do, we will realize a whole new world of possibility.
The peace of the man who has forsworn the use of the bullet seems to me not quite peace, but a canting impotence.
What infuriates me is that in America violence is judged in context, whereas language is not. So with language there is an arithmetic that says: one f*** is a PG 13, two f***s is an R. They don't say: one bullet through one head is a PG 13, two bullets through more than two heads is an R.
There is no great sport in having bullets flying about one in every direction, but I find they have less horror when among them than when in anticipation.
Wherever arms flow, violence follows. Bullets replace ballots as the solution to political disputes.
I'll be your number one with a bullet.
I'm not afraid of IED's, bullets, mortars.
The important thing to know about an assassination or an attempted assassination is not who fired the shot, but who paid for the bullet.
After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.
Band-Aids don't fix bullet holes. You say sorry just for show. You live like that, you live with ghosts.
I shoot the Hippopotamus with bullets made of platinum, because if I use the leaden one his hide is sure to flatten em.
You cannot kill an ideology with a bullet. You can only kill it with a better idea.
The trigger has been squeezed, the deathly mechanism has been enabled, the fatal course of a bullet has been set. No amount of bleating or praying or wailing of cajoling can halt it or stall it or call it back.
If you do not surrender, I shall be forced to shoot you through the head with a rather large bullet.
Stories are how we remember; we tend to forget lists and bullet points.
I'd seen too many shrines in South Central and thought it was worth asking where the first bullet came from that started all this violence.