Stories, like the people who tell them, aren’t always what they seem.
Lies don’t make anyone comfortable, especially the one telling them.
Friend, I’ve learned, takes on a different meaning, depending on who you ask.
You know the thing I love about bad guys? Is that despite ourselves we are all so tragically predictable.
When your life unfolds into a nightmare, you pray your dreams will take you elsewhere.
What’s the difference between being hopeful and being crazy?
We all wear a mask of some kind: a cowl, a husband, wife, denial, anger. We all need our shield to protect us from the world.
Tommy wants Batman. The city needs Batman. And I’m not Batman. But maybe I’m better. Because I’m here.
Sometimes the best way to save someone is to be yourself.
Some see fear, others hope. I see the freedom to be myself, to play by my own rules.
Red wig? And I’m the crazy one.[to Batwoman]
Grow into the person you needed as a kid.
