What is human? An ability to reason? To imagine? To love or grieve? If so, we are more human than any human ever will be.
Who wants transparency when you can have magic? Who wants prose when you can have poetry? Pull away the veil and what are you left with? An ordinary young woman of modest ability and little imagination. But wrap her up like this, anoint her with oil, and hey, presto, what do you have? A goddess.
It’s nice when someone sees us, Hannibal. Or has the ability to see us. It requires trust. Trust is difficult for you.
You think I asked for any of this? I was framed, beaten and put in some tank like an exotic fish. Came out with… abilities.
In the end, that capacity for love, the ability to love someone unselfishly is the only thing that will separate me from you.[to Howard]
I’ve seen a man… a blind man who can see, because his other senses are so amplified. And this other man who survived a shotgun blast to his head and recovered from a brain hemorrhage in a few hours. And they both needed my help. I think that’s what I want to do. Is help people… with abilities.