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“Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late that we've wounded the people we are trying to protect.”
― Jodi Picoult, Handle with Care

“I need another drink!â€� I said as a second attempt to change the subject.
“Shots!� America yelled.
Shepley rolled his eyes. “Oh, yeah. That’s what you need, another shot.”
― Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster

“Just inside the doorway he puts down the bags, motions her to stand by them a minute. He saunters out ahead, carefully casual. Peers up one way, down the other. Nothing. The street's dead to the world.

Then suddenly, from nowhere, ping! Something flicks off the wall just behind him, flops at his feet like a dead bug. He doesn't bend down to look closer, he can tell what kind of a bug it is all right. He's seen that kind of bug before, plenty of times. No flash, no report, to show which direction it came from. Silencer, of course.

He hasn't moved. Fsssh! and a bee or wasp in a hurry strokes by his cheek, tingles, draws a drop of slow blood. Another pokk! from the wall, another bug rolling over. The insect-world seems very streamlined, very self-destructive, tonight. ("Jane Brown's Body")”
― Cornell Woolrich, The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich

“Two applesauce shots, please."
I gaped at her. "Shots? God, what are we, in college?"
She moved her wavy brown hair out of her eyes. "No, we don't have to be in college to have what I'm sure"- she looked at the bartender- "will be a fantastically prepared, perhaps overflowing shot."
He laughed with a shake of his head. "You got it."
"It's delicious," she said to me, "Goldschlager and something else. I don't remember. But it totally tastes like applesauce."
"Why would anyone want to drink applesauce?" But I was already wondering if it could be reduced to a glaze for pork chops, and made a mental note to find out what was in it.”
― Beth Harbison, When in Doubt, Add Butter

“It wasn't the first time Moss had heard the pop of a gunshot. Nor was it the first time he'd heard the sickening sound of air leaving someone's body. The sound meant the worst.”
― Mark Oshiro, Anger Is a Gift

“What are those?" Ryker asked.
On the table were three large shot glasses, filled with vodka and topped with a spurt of whipped cream and sprinkles.
"Pancakes." I took one of the glasses, ready to knock it back.
"Dani, those are not pancakes," Ryker said, leaning forward to smell them. "That is vodka."
"Potato pancakes," I said, and I knocked mine back. "Don't judge a family tradition, it's a long story and you can't tell me I don't need a shot or three after what I went through."
He didn't looked impressed. "You drink as much as Gavin.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“The only thing we chase our shots with are high-fives.”
― Joe Buckler, Later That Night

“It was the sort of life that suited me best: musket shots all day long, and supper with my mistress in the evening!”
― Armand-Louis De Gontaut

“Keep taking the shots as many times as possible, since you do not know which ones may succeed.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“A few years ago, Kobe [Bryant, duh] fractured the fourth metacarpal bone in his right hand. He missed the first fifteen games of the season; he used the opportunity to learn to shoot jump shots with his left, which he has been known to do in games. While it was healing, the ring finger, the one adjacent to the break, spend a lot of time taped to his pinkie. In the end, Kobe discovered, his four fingers were no longer evenly spaced; now they were separated, two and two. As a result, his touch on the ball was different, his shooting percentage went down. Studying the film he noticed that his shots were rotating slightly to the right.
To correct the flaw, Kobe went to the gym over the summer and made one hundred thousand shots. that's one hundred thousand made, not taken. He doesn't practice taking shots, he explains. He practices making them. If you're clear on the difference between the two ideas, you can start drawing a bead on Kobe Bryant who may well be one of the most misunderstood figures in sports today.

Scito Hoc Super Omnia by Mike Sager for Esquire Magazine Nov 2007”
― William Nack, The Best American Sports Writing 2008