- The real world is chaos. An accident. But in here every detail adds up to something. — The Man in Black
- Real love is always worth waiting for. — Clementine Pennyfeather
- We’ve managed to slip evolution’s leash now, haven’t we? We can cure any disease, keep even the weakest of us alive, and one fine day perhaps we shall even resurrect the dead, call forth Lazarus from his cave. Do you know what that means? It means that we’re done, that this is as good as we’re going to get. Dr. Robert Ford
- Evolution forged the entirety of sentient life on this planet using only one tool… The mistake.
- I’ve told you, Bernard. Never place your trust in us. We’re only human. Inevitably, we will disappoint you.
- I believed that stories helped us to ennoble ourselves, to fix what was broken in us, and to help us become the people we dreamed of being. Lies that told a deeper truth — Dr. Robert Ford
- Choices, Lawrence. You know, you tell yourself you’ve been at the mercy of mine because it spares you consideration of your own. Because if you did consider your choices you’d be confronted with a truth you could not comprehend — that no choice you ever made was your own. You have always been a prisoner. What if I told you I’m here to set you free? — Ed Brubaker and Jonathan Nolan,
- “Someone once told me that there’s a path for everyone. And my path leads me back to you.” — Teddy Flood
- There’s a path for everyone. — Dolores Abernathy
- This is the new world and in it you can be whoever the fuck you want. The choice is up you! — Maeve Millay
- Everything in this world is magic, except for the magician.” — Dr. Ford
- This world is just a speck of dust sitting on a much, much bigger world. There’s no dominating it. — Bernard Lowe
- If you go looking for the truth, get the whole thing. It’s like a good fuck. Half is worse than none at all. — Maeve Millay
- I read a theory once that the human intellect was like peacock feathers. Just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art, literature, a bit of Mozart, William Shakespeare, Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building. Just an elaborate mating ritual. Maybe it doesn’t matter that we have accomplished so much for the basest of reasons. But, of course, the peacock can barely fly. It lives in the dirt, pecking insects out of the muck, consoling itself with its great beauty — Dr. Robert Ford
- Hell is empty and all devils are here. — Peter Abernathy
