If I get killed, put my boots back on me.
Like the NRA says, it's better to have a machine gun and not need it than to need a machine gun and not have it.
If a Martian were watching our television shows, he'd conclude that guns were more common than hammers. They're not evil themselves--they're tools--but everywhere you go, bad people have them. It beho...
Everyone should have a hippie painter anarchist in their lives. It's the guys in silvered aviators with guns that you've got to be wary of.
Volvos are fundamentally invisible.
Everything we're doing is freakin' iffy. That's what makes it so much fun.
I am not so afraid that I cannot see the truth.
Carol Druze Was A Stone Killer.
Why bother to go through life if you can't do interesting shit?
When any worthwhile thing is done in the world, it's usually done by somebody weird.
You've got pretty good taste. She pulled out a suit, looked at it, put it back, pulled out another. I can remember, you always wore good suits, good-looking suits, even before you were rich.I like sui...
There's something about marriage that is not as intensely romantic or interesting as a couple's first meeting.
They were shot with a shotgun and put in garbage bags and thrown under a bridge, Shrake said. If it wasn't murder, it was a really weird accident.
The Minneapolis City Hall is not a pretty building. A pile of red granite, a sullen nineteenth-century Romanesque lump, it squats amid the glittering glass-and-steel towers of the loop like a wart pok...
Got here half an hour ago and had a look, eyeballin' it, Sawyer said. It's murder, all right. Tell you something else - the sun went down, and it's as dark as the inside of a horses's ass out here.
Vegetables in your restaurants are not so good. Better in Russia? Reynolds asked, interested. I should say so, Nadya said. Also better in France, in Germany, in Scandinavia, in Italy, in Israel.
Lucas’s position was supine: that is, whenever he heard people arguing about it, he wanted to lie down and take a nap.
Detective Virgil and Barlow [bomb-technician] arranged to meet at the Starbucks. Virgil got a grande hot chocolate, no-fat milk, no foam, no whipped cream, and Barlow got a venti latte with an extra s...
I mean, the guy could fall in a barrel of titties and come out suckin’ his thumb.
Her Pan-Cake makeup was cracking like a dried-out Dakota lake bed.