I’ve been holding off telling you this for years, Oliver. You’re very handsome, not especially bright.
I need to believe that no matter what happens in our lives, no matter how much darkness infects us, I need to believe that we can come back from that![to John]
Death is a beautiful thing. We die, we go into the ground, our remains grow into flowers. It’s only in the interval after dying that new things can sprout.
You need to give the monster an identity. It’s only when the monster becomes someone else, something else, that you’re free to be Oliver Queen.