A Quote by Alice Cooper

Love's a loaded gun and it shoots to kill. — © Alice Cooper
Love's a loaded gun and it shoots to kill.
This was in San Francisco, in 1987. A bunch of kids were camped out in the Riviera Hotel - boy hustlers and their sugar daddy. One boy, Tank, showed us his gun. 'It's not loaded,' he said. He pointed the gun to his head, then out the window, and then to the ceiling. When the gun was pointed to the ceiling, he pulled the trigger and it went off. The gun was loaded after all.
I'm a drunken midget with a loaded gun, a loaded gun.
A lot of people refer to power as shooting a loaded gun. When you have to shoot the gun, you've lost the power. Other people's knowledge of your gun should be enough.
For the fee of $10,000, anyone could be escorted to a room, handed a loaded gun and offered another human to kill. The concept made me nauseous. But it also felt real, and rang bells with my more cynical side.
I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye. I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind. I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
I do not kill with my gun; He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
Then I realize from the hollow sound of her gun's click that her gun isn't loaded. Apparently she just wants to slap me around with it.
When Pa was at home the gun always lay across those two wooden hooks above the door. ... The gun was always loaded, and always above the door so that Pa could get it quickly and easily, any time he needed a gun.
A book is a loaded gun.
I believe the gun has no power because a gun can only kill, but a pen can give life.
The vast majority of gun owners don't kill, but people who do kill, tend to kill with guns, and often with illegal guns.
If someone has a gun and is trying to kill you, it would be reasonable to shoot back with your own gun.
When the gun shoots, you got to go.
You are holding a loaded gun, you idiot. Act like it.
I love looking at you, hundred-year-old tree, loaded with shoots and boughs as though you were a stripling. Teach me the secret of growing old like you, open to life, to youth, to dreams, as somebody aware that youth and age are merely steps towards eternity.
life is a loaded gun that looks right at you with a yellow eye.
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