People think in terms of good and evil, but really, time is the true enemy of us all. Time kills everything.
Twenty years in Gotham, Alfred. We’ve seen what promises are worth. How many good guys are left. How many stay that way.
Men fall from the sky and gods hurl thunderbolts. Innocents die. That’s how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men… cruel.
Man is still good. We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.
There are many powers in this world, for good or for evil. Some are greater than I am. And against some I have not yet been tested.
Come on. Look at your face. Dormammu made you a murderer. Is that how good his kingdom be?[to Kaecilius]