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“I mean, what sort of moron believes in ghosts?” “You’re a ghost.” “Well, yeah, you know, before I became one, you wouldn't have caught me believing in this sort of nonsense.”

“You’re Kitty Song freakin’ Covey! Don’t you forget it.”

“Hey…hey…HEY!!! Sorry, what happened there was, well, I slightly misjudged the level of my own voice, I think.”

“I, Kara Zor-El, of inebriated mind, hereby declare that 23 will be the best year yet...let's be honest, babe. It's not a very high bar to clear.”

“So this is how liberty dies…with thunderous applause.”

“The Force is not a power you have. It’s not about lifting rocks. It’s the energy between all things, a tension, a balance, that binds the universe together.”

"Sometimes to find the light, we must first touch the darkness."

“You just became part of a much larger universe…which at the moment…is just me, mostly. I do have feelers out though.”

"The idea was to bring together a group of of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could."

“Why choose to be good every day if there is no guaranteed reward we can count on, now or in the afterlife? I argue that we choose to be good because of our bonds with other people and our innate desire to treat them with dignity. Simply put, we are not in this alone.”

"When an individual acquires great power, the use or misuse of that power is everything. Will it be used for the greater good or will it be used for personal or destructive ends? Now this is a question we must all ask ourselves. Why? Because we are mutants."

“There is a balance between all things. Light and shadow. Good and evil. Sweet and spicy. When that balance is upset, the universe corrects.”

“You are a vault dweller, but if you're going to survive, you need to start acting like a surface dweller. Question is, will you still want the same things when you have become a different animal altogether?”

“In the twilight of a man’s life, when his biography is nearly complete, he grows desperate to know the measure of his days, how his voice compares to the chorus of those who’ve come before. Do I matter? Are my choices my own? Or is my destiny governed by an unseen hand?”

"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again."

“Do you ever feel at times as if you're not a person? What I wish to say is that you're not truly present, nor alive, as if you're at the whim of another, like a dog. Someone or something had the power to breathe life into you, to move you.”