The National Rifle Association says, 'Guns don't kill people. People do'. But I think the gun helps.
I hate violence. When I hold a gun, I feel death in my hands, but it's fun to pretend in the movies.
I don't shoot guns. I don't know how to do that. I grew Upstate New York, so I fought with my fists.
The walls, the bars, the guns and the guards can never encircle or hold down the idea of the people.
I don't recall having a gun. I really don't. I don't think I ever pulled a gun on anyone in my life.
Guns are our friends because in a country without guns, I'm what's known as "prey." All females are.
My family raised bird dogs when I was growing up in Jonesboro, Arkansas, and I'm a gun owner myself.
In the dark morning silence, I placed a gun to her head. She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead.
I wasn't driving down the wrong side of the street, smoking marijuana, waving my gun out the window.