“You weren’t hurting anyone, you were only hurting things! And since things couldn’t really be hurt, since things felt nothing, and things don’t scream or whimper, as this woman might begin to scream and cry out, there was nothing to tease your conscience later. You were simply clearing up. Janitorial work, essentially. Everything to its proper place. Quick with the kerosene! Who’s got a match!”
– Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury.