John F. Kennedy Quotes

Then I heard another shot which hit him right in the head, over here, and his head practically opened up and a lot of blood and many more things came out.

Click bang, what a hang, your daddy just shot poor me.

One of the things that really got to me was talking to parents who had been burned out of their villages, had family members killed, and then when men showed up at the wells to get water, they were shot.

Footage of young people getting shot. That bothers me. It hits a nerve.

We can and must turn this around. If you're going to kill someone just pull the trigger.

I was shot from the funny gun.

On the day when I was shot, all of my friends' faces were covered, except mine.

Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

They are shooting at people for reasons they don’t remember.

I wonder why he shot me?.

I think these things [firearms] were invented by Satan himself, for they can’t be defended against with [ordinary] weapons and fists. All human strength vanishes when confronted with firearms. A man is dead before he sees what’s coming..

At the end of the day, there's not a day that goes by without a mass shooting.

I've got a scar on my shin from when I got shot in New York when I was 17. I was outside a McDonald's and somebody shot a gun from a car, and the bullet grazed my leg.

I was watching the news that day when the bulletin came on that my father had been shot. I prayed. I asked God, 'Please don't let my daddy die.'

Did you ever see anyone shot by a gun without bleeding?

He sits next to me, careful to avoid my hair that's splayed out around my head like blood. A bullet to the forehead, boom, blond waves everywhere.

I know: "Guns Don't Kill People." But I suspect that they have something to do with it. If you point your finger at someone and say, "Bang, bang, you're dead," not much actually happens.

Everyone wants to see someone shoot someone in the head.

The killer looked up as the bullet hit him. He looked as if he were puzzled by some strange occurence, being too freshly dead to be aware of it.

It’s what happens when you shoot someone,” Wayne pointed out. “At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them.

Bullets are creepy." Stephenie

I thought he had been shot.

My belief is guns don't kill people, people kill people.

Who shot him? I asked. The grey man scratched the back of his neck and said: Somebody with a gun.

The gun goes off. I fall.