Koukal Firearms Quotes & Sayings

Don't think about what you want, think about what the world needs, and strive to fill that gap. Success is a game of inches. — Justine Musk

I believe in rituals. — Charles Simonyi

It didn't matter what she wore. Shannon was beautiful to him. The pregnancy wasn't really visible yet, but for a moment he imagined her belly protruding with his two children, and it choked him up. She would be beautiful big or small, happy or angry. And the children would be adorable. Zeke — J.M. Madden

There is weather and there is climate.
If it rains outside, or if you stab a classmate's shoulder with a compass needle, over and over, until his white cotton school shirt looks like blotting paper; that is weather.
But if you live in a place where is is often likely to rain, or your perception falters and dislocates so that you retreat, suspicious and afraid of those closest to you, that is climate. — Nathan Filer

Perhaps whatever there is in my work that may be really interesting to others and surely what is interesting to me, is the result of a sometimes successful effort to free myself from any idea that what I produce must be art ... — Robert Henri

Get up there, where 'there' is ... get up in front and ... preach your guts out! — David Asscherick

Does fiction, artistic writing, have much of a future? I must say it's on the way out. — John Updike

I'm going to hell, ah ... but you're laughing, so you're coming. — Dane Cook

Faint not; the miles to heaven are but few and short. — Samuel Rutherford

Miles of ocean, and oh, the vastness of it, shadows and salt, fierce dark water filled with alien emptiness and the monsters that lived there. Imagine falling into that water and knowing it was below you, even as you treaded water, desperately trying to remain on the surface; the terror of the realisation of what was under you - miles and miles of nothingness and monsters, blackness stretching away everywhere and the sea floor so far below - would tear your mind apart. — Cassandra Clare

Overheard on a Saltmarsh"

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.
No.

Give them me. Give them me.
No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I want them.
No.

I will howl in the deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.
No. — Harold Monro