“He turned the gun sideways! That’s a kill shot!”
“Their proof-reader tried to kill herself. She shot herself with a gun.”
“Rosalie sat sideways in her chair, shaking from the laughter she was swallowing. I imagined myself drawing a gun from desk, taking aim, and killing her without so much as a quiver.”
“He wasn't anti-gun really—he just wasn't pro-being-shot-at.”
“I do not kill with my gun;He who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father.I kill with my heart.”
“He tried to turn me into a buffet?” I gritted my teeth. “Before he killed me? He couldn’t kill me first and then eat me? That’s just fucking rude.”