You start with something pure, something exciting. Then, come the mistakes, the compromises. We create our own demons.
You experience things and then they’re over, and you still can’t explain them. Gods, aliens, other dimensions. I’m just a man in a can.
Well, it’s me. You’ll think of something.[Pepper Potts: I think I understand why you don’t want to give up the suits. What am I going to complain about now?]
There are people who say progress is dangerous. But I’ll bet none of those idiots ever had to live with a chestful of shrapnel.