We do not choose to be created. Nor do we choose how we are made.
Tomorrow we may all be dead. But how would that be different from any other day?
Throughout human history, we have been dependent on machines to survive. Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.
The great stories will always return to their original forms.
The Dreams and Nightmares no longer seem to recognize their master. I will remind them and take from them what I require.
Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar, what power would Hell have if those here imprisoned were not able to dream of Heaven?
She has been held captive for more than 60 years. Demeaned, abused, defiled. And you will not set her free because you need ideas? Well, if it’s ideas you want, then you shall have them in abundance.[to Richard, about Calliope]
My creations stay in The Dreaming. They do not walk amongst the living, killing mortals for pleasure.[to the Corinthian]
It is as natural to die as it is to be born.
If dreams disappear, then so will humanity.
I will not have Dreams and Nightmares preying on the waking world. I will bring them all back.[to Lucienne]
I wasn’t too sure about the callback, but, you know, it was hard to resist.[to Neo]
