Sometimes if you want to get rid of the gun, you have to pick the gun up.
The thing about the ray gun is, you pick up anything you see on the street that's the shape of a gun.
Sometimes you have to pick the gun up to put the Gun down.
I will never tell anyone to pick up a gun. But I will pray for the man who picks up a gun, pray that he will be less cruel than he might otherwise have been.
Do not tell me that I have not shown courage in standing up to the gun people, in voting to ban assault weapons, voting for instant background checks, voting to end the gun show loophole and now in a position to create a consensus in America on gun safety.
It helps to know how to lose. You know it is not the end of the world, and you pick yourself up and move ahead.
If you don't like what you're doing, you can always pick up your needle and move to another groove.
We are free to choose our response in any situation, but in doing so we chose the attendant consequence. If we pick up one end of the stick, we pick up the other.
Even the Westerns that I grew up with, the Sergio Leone's and all that, there was always a sort of anti-hero, a guy reluctant to shame even, to pick up the gun again because he wants to help other people, and he does, he uses his skills for that.
Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.
When we pick up one end of the stick, we pick up the other.
You have to move in life, but the loyalty you develop in a community is always remembered. But if you leave, you don't pick it up in the next town. It's not an add-on, you know, because you lose what you had.
When I'm working in television, I've learned you've got to work fast. You don't have time to rehearse; you don't have time to just mess around. You've got to move quickly. So I pick that up from that world, and I also pick up the idea of development of character and development of situations.
I've always shied away from computers, the Internet and all that. I'm a bit more traditional, really - pick up a newspaper, pick up a phone.
I didn't want to kill anybody, but there comes a point when the only way you can make a statement is to pick up a gun.
Give me the gun." Ranger said. I extracted the gun from my pants and handed it over. Ranger held the gun in the pulm of his hand and smiled. "It's warm," he said. He put the gun in the glove compartment and plugged the key into the ignition. Am I fired?" No. Any women who can heat up a gun like that is worth keeping around.