People love what I have to say. They believe in it. They just don’t like the word “Nazi”, that’s all.
I don’t know if they really want you to be a hero. I think they just want you to look like one.
He’s got a hard-on for mass murder and giving kids cancer, and his big old answer to the existential clusterf*** that is humanity, is to nail his own bleeding son to a plank.[about God]
You see, companies, they come and go, but talent… talent is forever.[to Stan]
We’re all alone. That’s the truth.
We’ll cross that bridge when we burn it.
This is a f***ing mess, son. We got a Supe terrorist, Rayner’s blown her canister, and we’re the most wanted c**ts in the country. But don’t you worry. Daddy’s home.[to Hughie]
That’s all right. I am. [Hughie Campbell: I’m not a murderer.]
Sometimes it’s hard being superior to every single other person on the planet. It’s isolating. And gods should not have to feel that kind of pain. Because that is what we are. You and me. We’re gods.[to Ryan]
Some things are more important than the right thing.
Since when did “hopeful” and “naive” become the same thing? I mean, why would you get into this business if not to save the world? That’s all I have ever wanted.
People love that cozy feeling that Supes give them. Some golden c**t to swoop out of the sky and save the day so you don’t got to do it yourself.
