“And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.”

“My heart is your heart," he said. "My hands are your hands.”

“My soul is in your hands." "Your soul is safe in my hands and in my heart.”

“This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.”

“I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.I aim with my eye.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.”

“You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.”