Once, when dust rolled up from the road and the fields were high with heavy-handled wheat and the leaves of every tree were gray a...nd curledup and hung head down, I went in the meadow with an old broom like a gun, where the dandelions had begun to seed and the low ground was cracked, and I flushed grasshoppers from the goldenrod in whirring clouds like quail and shot them down. I smelled wheat in the warm wind and every weed. I tasted dust in my mouth.... I hunted Horse Simon in the shade of a tree. I rode the broom over the brown meadow grass and with a fist like pistol butt and trigger shot the Indian on Horse Simon down.... My horse had a golden tail. Dust rolled up behind. He was on the tractor in a broad-brimmed hat. With a fist like a pistol butt and trigger, going fast, I shot him down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Robert Redford ... has turned almost alarmingly blond--he's gone past platinum, he must be into plutonium; his hair is coordinated... with his teeth.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sun. Tree. Beginning. God in a thicket. Crown. Never-abdicated constellation. Blood.... Barn-clutch of life. Trigger of the future.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger... I know no one can do me no harm Because happiness is a warm gun.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The horror of Gandhi's murder lies not in the political motives behind it or in its consequences for Indian policy or for the futu...re of non-violence; the horror lies simply in the fact that any man could look into the face of this extraordinary person and deliberately pull a trigger.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The Schofield Kid: It don't seem real, how he ain't gonna never breathe again, ever. How he's dead, and the other one, too. All on... account of pulling a trigger. Will Munny: It's a hell of a thing, killing a man. You take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »