George Horace Lorimer Quotes

If you look down a barrel of a gun... you don't forget it.

Lessons not learned in blood are soon forgotten.

The one who throws the stone forgets; the one who is hit remembers forever.

There are some hurts that we experience that can be forgiven but we won't forget them.

You probably wouldn't remember. I probably couldn't forget.

To forgive and forget means to throw away dearly bought experience.

We cannot afford to forget any experience, not even the most painful.

The lesson from the smith and wesson is depressin'.

I hold the gun out from my body, my arms straight, just as Four taught me, when that was his only name. I used a gun like this to defend my father and brother from simulation-bound Dauntless. I used it to stop Eric from shooting Tobias in the head. It is not inherently evil. It is just a tool.

You've lived through a lot of wars, I said. "Yes." Do they ever make more sense? "No.

In the vaults of our hearts and brains, danger waits. All the chambers are not lovely, light and high. There are holes in the floor of the mind, like those in a medieval dungeon floor - the stinking oubliettes, named for forgetting, bottle-shaped cells in solid rock with the trapdoor in the top. Nothing escapes from them quietly to ease us. A quake, some betrayal by our safeguards, and sparks of memory fire the noxious gases - things trapped for years fly free, ready to explode in pain and drive us to dangerous behavior.

And some day well remember so much that well build the biggest goddam steamshovel in history and dig the biggest grave of all time and shove war in and cover it up.

Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.

Happiness Is A Warm Gun not about heroin. A gun magazine was sitting there with a smoking gun on the cover and an article that I never read inside called 'Happiness Is a Warm Gun.' I took it right from there. I took it as the terrible idea of just having shot some animal.

All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.

Wisdom remembers. Happiness forgets.

Guns don't kill, people do.

I grew up with a glue gun pointed at my head.

You can always forgive, you just can't really forget.

There's things that happen in a person's life that are so scorched in the memory and burned into the heart that there's no forgetting them.

But one does not forget by trying to forget. One only remembers.

You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun

Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.

Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar. Art consists of the persistence of memory.

Guns don't kill people, people kill people, and monkeys do too (if they have a gun).