I don't know much about kisses, but I can assure you that hers were no less fierce than a swarm of bullets tearing the air
It's true, too, that I'm tired of using books as political bullets and grenades. Books are too precious and wonderful to be used for long in such a fashion.
Imagine if these computer geeks who are running baseball now were allowed to run a war? They'd be telling our soldiers: 'That's enough. You've fired too many bullets from your rifle this week!'
Wanna know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It’s not like in the comics…I think you need to. Feel it…It’s not going to make a neat little hole. First - it’ll obliterate your internal organs. Your lung will collapse, feels like ...
One word is enough to destroy an entire city provided that word is backed by anger. Drop down the bullets of anger; it destroys at the speed of light!
His body jerks twice as the bullets hit him. I scream, but no sound leaves my mouth. I'm frozen in pure terror.
A gamble. Everything was a damn gamble. Betting against luck and the Fates, again and again, and again. She kept walking, waiting for the bullet.
Hell, we’re all bullet bait sooner or later. Doubt it makes much difference. You make it to sixteen, you’re a goddamn legend.
Regardless of the nature of the conflict, one basic rule translates into most Conflict Zone “Theatres” that doesn’t make it into Movie Theaters is that the food runs out faster than the bullets.
The thought that the bullet has already been fired at each of us and it is only a matter of time when it will hit, brings comfort to some and terror to others.
There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.
War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.
An investigator has to have a defense arsenal. Heck, every woman alive should have one if she wants to stay that way.
I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.
I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing.
If pens doubled as bullets, I bet few writers would want to write about war.
The bullet that has hit us Muslims today left the gun centuries ago when we let the clergy decide that knowledge and education were not important.
Cause if you shoot a bullet someone dies. If you drop a bomb many die. You hit a woman, love dies. But if you say the F-word... nothing actually happens.
When I won the Tony, I blacked out. I don't remember anything. I had bullet points jotted down, but I forgot to read half of them. My hands were shaking. It was an insane honor to be recognized in that way.
To believe that your husband, wife, parents, kids, boss, job, bank account, or body is even partly responsible for your emotions, to think that there are bullets 'out there' that you have to contend with, that there are stressful life events to overc...
What gets left out is the narrative between the bullets, which would tell us who's going to do what and how we're going to achieve the generic goals on the list.
