A gun gives you the body, not the bird.

So this time let us skip all the sighing and promising and moments of silence. Why keep up the pretense that we are going to take any real and practical steps toward sanity? Everyone knows we are not going to do a single damn thing. We can’t. We are captives of The Gun.
The Gun is patriotic.
The Gun is America.
The Gun is God.

Keep cool; anger is not an argument.

The gun is not a mere tool, a bit of technology, a political issue, a point of debate. It is an object of reverence. Devotion to it precludes interruption with the sacrifices it entails. Like most gods, it does what it will, and cannot be questioned. Its acolytes think it is capable only of good things. It guarantees life and safety and freedom. It even guarantees law. Law grows from it. Then how can law question it?
Its power to do good is matched by its incapacity to do anything wrong. It cannot kill. Thwarting the god is what kills. If it seems to kill, that is only because the god’s bottomless appetite for death has not been adequately fed. The answer to problems caused by guns is more guns, millions of guns, guns everywhere, carried openly, carried secretly, in bars, in churches, in offices, in government buildings. Only the lack of guns can be a curse, not their beneficent omnipresence."

You can't talk to a man, with a shotgun in his hand.

Keep cool. Anger is not an argument.

There is no arguing with Johnson: for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.

Owning a gun doesn’t make someone a “shooter” any more than owning a surfboard makes someone a surfer.

To a gun, all problems resolved into what could be shot at.

The gun is a consequence of our minds. If we were in love with peace, and had no will to destroy each other, there would be no gun.

There is no dialogue except with weapons.

Neither irony nor sarcasm is argument.

A man with a bomb has never to beg.

A gun in the hand is worth a corpse in the Promised Land.