Some problems in the world are not bullet-izable.
It is true that I have sent six bullets through the head of my best friend, and yet I hope to show by this statement that I am not his murderer.
I do enjoy running down a ditch full of mud, firing bullets. It’s the way I am. I love it.
Better pointed bullets than pointed words.
Untutored courage is useless in the face of educated bullets.
I heard the bullets whistle, and, believe me, there is something charming in the sound.
I don’t think anybody feels safe in Chicago. Bullets ain’t got no name on them.