I will show you something different from either
your shadow at morning striding behind you
or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.                         -T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
I do not aim with my eye; he who aims with his eye has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my hand.
I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my mind.
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.
                        -Stephen King, The Wastelands