“Oh! to shoot for the stars if feels right. Aim for my heart if it feels right.”

“I set my hand on top of his and guide it to my chest, so its right over my heart. "Feel my heartbeat. Can you feel it?""Yes.""Feel how steady it is?""It's fast.”

“I'm just saying --' He pointed the way that Han appeared to be favoring. '--this doesn't feel right''Yeah, well, we're on a Star Destroyer being chased by the living dead. NONE of this feels right”

“I feel like I’m going to an execution.Of my heart and my trust maybe.And that’s pretty much right.”

“Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now”

“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.”