Some things that are true are not very useful..

I'm so uncoordinated..

To love another is somethinglike prayer and it can't be planned, you just fallinto its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief..

I'm not recognised much at all..

The powers of the sword are in the hands of the yeomanry of America from sixteen to sixty. The militia of these free commonwealths, entitled and accu….

Every free man has a right to the use of the press, so he has to the use of his arms..

The urban barbarism that has turned our streets into battlegrounds and our classrooms into killing fields will not be stopped by an assault on the Se….

The Second Amendment has a preamble about the need for a militia. Because there is a need for a militia to be at the ready, therefore the right to ke….

It's part of the Constitution. People have the right to bear arms. Then the restrictions of it have to be reasonable and sensible. You can't just rem….

The very inclusion of the right to keep and bear arms in the Bill of Rights shows that the framers of the Constitution considered it an individual ri….

In addition, the Protection of Lawful Commerce in Arms Act provides protection for those in the firearms industry from lawsuits arising out of the cr….

For me, experimenting involves traditionalism..

Life's the longest picture you're ever gonna take..

I'm reminded of the arm, and the body, and the appendage..

I do have a ridiculously high hedonic set-point.

It’s never simple.” Avery slid an arm around Hope’s waist. “It shouldn’t be. Because being with someone should matter enough to be at least a little ….

So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms. "I'm not fallen," he said roughly. "Then what are you?" He shrugged. "Busted..

But everyone I know reaches a point where they throw out their arms and go beserk for a while; otherwise you never know what your limits are. I was j….

Women are expected to identify gender as a starting point. Ethnicities are expected to identify that as a location. Is it ever possible for the artis….

I was walking across King's Cross station when a drunken Irishman came stumbling up and flung his arms around me. He wanted to thank me for the peace….

Maybe when I stop making movies, I'll understand my work better..