"And when I came to Washington, there were few in Congress who saw my vision for Columbia. But it is the burden of the Prophet to bring the wicked to righteousness. For what am I, if not a mirror to reflect the face of God?"

"This evening, on my way back from supper, my theory became reality: a spontaneous Tear had opened in the Market District, emitting both sights and sounds. I observed what I could only imagine to be some future version of Columbia. Though familiar, strange red flags with a small yellow icon flew from her rooftops. Although we can lock up the girl, it appears her powers will not be imprisoned so easily."

"A theory: we are scattered amongst the possibility space. But my brother and I are together, and so, I am content. He is not. The business with the girl lies unresolved. But perhaps there is one who can finish it in our stead."

"When I first seen Columbia, that sky was the brightest, bluest sky that ever was. Seemed like…Heaven. Then your eyes adjusted to the light and you saw that sea of white faces lookin' hard back at you…"

"The Lord forgives everything. But I'm just a prophet… so I don't have to. Amen."

"I had trapped the atom in mid-air. Colleagues called my Lutece Field “Quantum Levitation”, but in fact, it was nothing of the sort. Magicians levitate. My atom simply failed to fall. If an atom could be suspended indefinitely, well -- why not an apple? If an apple, why not a city?"

"When I was a girl, I dreamt of standing in a room looking at a girl who was and was not myself, who stood looking at another girl, who also was and was not myself. My mother took this for a nightmare. I saw it as the beginning of a career in physics."

"Hopes, like quantum superpositions, have a tendency to collapse."

"[If player chooses to throw at announcer during the stoning of an interracial couple] I got something for you, you son of a bitch."

"Who is this Prophet? Who is this fraud, this charlatan, this salesman of snake oil?"

"The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist…"

"These holes have shown me yet another wonder, though I’ve yet to see the application for it. They illuminate a merger of machine and man that is somehow the lesser, yet the greater, of both parties."

"A middle C vibrates at 262 Hz, no matter what the universe."

"Rosalind: The Universe does not grade on a curve. It's strictly pass/fail."

"Robert: I don't suppose there's much about the man that's authentic."

"Rosalind: He's authentically homicidal."

"Robert: And you view this as a positive?"

"Rosalind: I would, but I don't suppose she's in any position to answer."

"Robert: You both see the world through a lens of science."

"Rosalind: "And what's wrong with that?"

"Rosalind: Well, one has to start somewhere."

"Robert: Ask young Ms. Comstock."

"Robert: Surely it's better to have died trying."

"Robert: How poorly we see our own traits in others."

"Robert: You'll find the going tough enough without squandering your friends."

"Rosalind: What do you mean?"

"Rosalind: Or your ammunition."

"Lions walk with lions, DeWitt, not hyenas!"

"Booker: No, but I am afraid of you."

"Do you know the value of the shark? Without them the sea would be littered with the detritus of the weak. The men who come for you have much in common with these great animals. What sharks do for the ocean, these men do for Rapture."

"Tin men, Booker! That's what Comstock will turn us into! Wires and gears to replace heads and hearts!"

"It used to be such a thrill to hear Ryan speak. "Parasites" this and "the exaltation of man" that. Sure, it could all get a bit of a bore -- but the old bear sure knew how to enunciate."

"Tell her, Booker! Tell her how we strode that battlefield like the heroes of Sparta! I still hear the screams… Does Comstock?"

"COMSTOCK WASN'T THERE! The Boxers took my eye and thirty of my friends! Is there even a stone to mark that sacrifice?!"

"It was SLATE who killed for his country at Wounded Knee! It was SLATE who stormed the gates of Peking! SLATE!!!"

"Elizabeth: Are you afraid of God, Booker?"

"Every step is like coals!"

"With hue and cry, with hatchet red, they danced amongst our noble dead. But when our soldiers took the field, the savage horde could only yield."

"Stop moving! Every sound hurts!"

"Why would you run if you were not guilty?"

"The seed of the prophet shall sit the throne and bathe in flame the mountains of man!"

"Twas yellow skin and slanted eyes that did betray us with their lies. Until they crossed the righteous path of our Prophet's holy wrath."

"And every year on this day of days, we recommit ourselves to our city, and to our prophet, Father Comstock. We recommit through sacrifice, and the giving of thanks, and by submerging ourselves in the sweet waters of baptism."

"YOUR FLESH WILL BLACKEN AND CHAR!"

"Rosalind: Hmph. I feel dirty sharing a universe with the man."

"BATHE IN FLAME!"

"Rosalind: A disagreeable fellow, this Suchong."

"Rosalind: Better trying not to die."

"Robert: That's surprising, I'd imagine he'd be right up your street."

"The lord judges. I act."