"Pain. It's the oddest thing when you're able to live between the ticks of a second. When you're in speed mode your perception is so fast, you have time to think about how much you're going to hurt before you hurt. [...] But my pain impulses haven't reached my brain. I can feel them traveling up my spine. [...] Fact is, once in awhile I get dizzy from loss of blood before I even know I'm bleeding. - The Secret of Barry Allen"

"[As Kid Flash talking to Robin] Flash says Batman's kinda off. And he knows it. That's why he gets so many lunatics runnin' at him. 'Cause he's a lunatic himsel--[Batman appears] Holy crap. - The Secret of Barry Allen"

"[While being chased by Superman] I could steal all of Superman's kinetic energy and stop him cold, but it'd be like throwing him out of a car...one moving at over two thousand miles a second. That combined with Superman's strength, he'd create a path of total destruction from here to Moscow. - The Secret of Barry Allen"

"In terms of raw speed, Superman and I used to be evenly matched. I'd even say he might've been a tad faster. But that was before I got over my fear of replacing Barry. Before I discovered where my speed actually comes from. And before I learned how to tap into the speed force and take complete control of my abilities. - The Secret of Barry Allen"

"Through the years, being able to think at the speed of sound has taught me a lot of patience. - The Secret of Barry Allen"

"[Regarding defeating Professor Zoom] That thought you said you had...that I might not be able to stop him on my own? Put it out of your head. - The Return of Barry Allen"

"My name is Wally West and by age fourteen I know I'm trapped...locked into a future that's one dark tunnel of sorrow and despair. A life sentence waiting to be served. But then the impossible happens. Thanks my Aunt Iris, I meet my hero, The Flash. And in one split-second my tomorrows, every last one of them, are transformed from a single bolt of lightning. Now and forever I'm fast...I'm free...and nothing will ever hold me back. - Born to Run"

"My name is Wally West. I'm the fastest man alive. I'm The Flash."

"You have every reason to be outraged, Mother Earth. You have given them everything. They are tiny and stupid and vicious but please, listen to them."

"Alfred (final thoughts, just before dying of a stroke after destroying Wayne Manor) Of course. How utterly proper."

"Commissioner Yindel: No. No. He's too big. God, he's SO big."

"Robin: It only happened once. Just once in the whole night that it showed. He'd given the orders and all the Mutants and the Sons and everybody is gone for a minute. And during it, I caught it. He just sagged in his saddle like an old man. I could see it for just that one moment. The weight of it all on him. The fatigue. Maybe even a smidge of doubt? Hell, fear? Then he straightened up and grinned at me, like it was a joke. He can't die...or he just won't. I don't think he ever learned how to. But why would he? A man like him? So sure and passionate about what he does? He'll live forever. That I know for sure."

"Commissioner Gordon: All I have to do is think about Sarah. It makes the rest of it easy. She's made it worth it. Her and our girl. Barbara."

"You're in trouble now. Go ahead, Batman. Say you've never wanted this to happen. Say you wish there'd been another way. We both know it'd be bullshit though, right? No, you've dreamt of this moment. Been waiting for the right time, the right excuse. The perfect opportunity. The best part about it is, I still won. Because I finally made you lose control. Made you break your one rule. And now, the civilized people you've struggled to protect? They're going to hunt you for this. Hunt you like a dog. They're gonna kill you, Brucie. And when they have, I'll be waiting with open arms....out the gates of Gotham and plunging into the gates of Hell!"

"No, I don't keep count. But you do. And I love you for it."

"No more? Oh, but there will be more, Batsy. There will always be more. I could never have enough. They could put me in a helicopter and fly me up into the air and line up the bodies head to toe on the ground in delightful geometric patterns like an endless June Taylor dance routine — Even then, Bats, it wouldn't be enough. It never will be. Not until we finish it. Not until you break or I do. And it's finally come. The moment we've both dreamed about."

"I should sleep. I'll be fresh tomorrow. Because tomorrow I go free, and then it's time for my final show."

"Batman. Darling."

"Bruce, why can't you understand? This is idiotic. This whole thing is a waste of time! This is exactly what I didn't want to do. This is why they're afraid of us! This is why we are where we are now."

"You are... So generous... You give me... Your beautiful jungle. I swear... your adopted son will honor you."

"I have always loved you. Though I was born a galaxy away, I have always served you. The same power, the sun's power, fuels us both. You hold it here, you store it... I beg you. For a suffering world, release it..."

"Our people, Bruce. You laugh at them. They can do this... And you laugh..."

""Harmlessly.." The woman... on television... She said the bomb would detonateharmlessly... You cannot touch my planet without destroying something precious. Even her deserts are abundant."

"Twenty million die by nuclear fire if I am weak."

"Bruce, you bastard. You'll ruin everything. For all of us. I always knew you would... The rest of us learned to cope. The rest of us recognized the danger--of the endless envy of those not like us. The normal people. The weak. Diana went back to her people. Hal went to the stars. And I have walked the razor's edge for so long... But you, Bruce--you, with your wild obsession. You never learned to let it all go. They'll kill us if they can, Bruce. Every year they grow smaller. Every year they hate us more. We must not remind them that giants walk the earth. You were the one they used against us, Bruce. The one who played it rough. When the noise started from the parents' groups and the subcommittee called us in for questioning... You were the one who laughed that scary laugh of yours... "Sure, we're criminals," you said. "We've always been criminals. We have to be criminals." We almost threw a party when you retired. By then, the PBI was in it and things were getting out of hand. And then there was that trouble with Oliver. Do you remember why you retired, Bruce? No -- Just look at you -- You'd do it again -- And like a murderer, you'd cover it up again. Nothing matters to you except your holy war. They were considering their options and you were probably still laughing when we came to terms. I gave them my obedience and my invisibility. They gave me a license and let us live. No, I don't like it. But I get to save lives -- and the media stays quiet. But now the storm is growing again -- They'll hunt us down -- Because of you."

"My timing wasn't quite precise enough. Clark heard. That was the first thing Robin told me when she dug me up. Not that it mattered. He'd have guessed sooner or later. He knows how good I am with chemicals. I was counting on what Oliver said, and with a wink, Clark proved Oliver right. He'll leave me alone now. In return, I'll stay quiet. So will Robin and the rest... we have as many years as we need... years - to study, to train, to plan... here, in the endless cave, far past the burnt remains of a crimefighter whose time has long passed - it begins here, an army - to bring sense to a world plagued by worse than thieves and murderers... this will be a good life. Good enough."

"Want to know something, Clark? You were right. What you said earlier. We didn't have to do this. We should have been changing the world... inspiring people to be better than what they are... we were heroes... When we were young. When it counted. When people knew what was good for them. When people appreciated the efforts of the selfless. And look at us now...I've become a political liability, an overcapable embarrassment to a self-serving, malicious, incompetent system, themselves an embarrassment ...and you...you're their tool...you've become a joke... a gullible ignorant instrument of that system... You preach to me about letting the past go, and yet you yourself won't. Because the mighty Superman is just so perfect he thinks he knows what's best. If that were true, Clark...you'd be at my side, as we were before. When we were young. We were friends once upon a time, but that ship sailed when you put your judgement in these weak, conceited wretches. In the greedy. When you threw your lot in with the perpetuators of disorder and ill intent. And you had the gall to lecture me, trying to intimidate me, simply because they asked you to. They've made you weak. But you didn't have to be. Lois, Jimmy, Perry, your parents? They'd all be ashamed of what you are now. But, I didn't have to go easy on you...a different binding agent...a potent mix...no I wanted you to stay out of my way...I wanted you to remember, Clark...In all the years to come... in your most private moments... I want you to remember what it means to be human... I want you to remember my hand at your throat... I want you to remember the one man who beat you."

"It wasn't easy to make. Took years and cost a fortune. Luckily, I had both."

"You gotten far too used to being a god, Clark. It's way past time you learned what it means to be a man. It's time you remember what it is to bleed."

"Tonight, if you are indeed with me, if you all mean it, then together, we restore law & order to Gotham City. And we won't do it-- (holds up rifle) --using this. This loud, clumsy, stupid thing-- This is the weapon of the enemy. We do not need it. We will not use it. (snaps the gun's butt off where it connects to the chamber, and draws three batarangs nested between his fingers) But my weapons? They are quiet -- precise. In time, If you prove yourselves to me, demonstrate if you're deserving, worthy to stand by my side, I'll see fit to teach them to you. But not tonight. Tonight, you'll rely on your fists-- and your brains. Tonight, we are the law. Tonight, I am the law. Let's ride."

"The dump. It's a breeding ground for insects and rodents. Some rodents fly."

"Clark, you bastard. You let them do it. I always knew you would. Maybe during breaks between police actions, one of your military friends told you what an electromagnetic pulse is. And maybe you listened, Clark. All you need to generate the pulse is the detonation of a few dozen nuclear warheads. That, or a special kind of nuke that both sides have been trying to develop... Yes, Clark. Both sides. The American name for it is Coldbringer. It is designed to cause maximum damage to the environment -- all the while sparing the industrial sites your friends regard so highly. Since my own atoms aren't bouncing around the stratosphere -- since Gotham City squats like a great black graveyard -- since Wayne Manor's emergency generator hasn't kicked in -- and Robin's watch has stopped -- I'll assume Russia has taken the lead in the arms race. I keep track of these things, Clark. One of us had to."

"It's a .45 Caliber Bullet. Hollow point. It explodes in his chest. I feel the shock through his fingers. For the thousandth time... My father dies."

"There's just the sun, and the sky, and him, like he's the only reason it's all here. Then, he ruins everything by talking."

"Pull that trigger... and I'll be back for you."

"You don't get it, son. This isn't a mudhole... It's an operating table. And I'm the surgeon."

"[his inner voice, the true Batman, taunting him] The time has come. You know it. In your mind. In your heart. In your soul. You tried to hold me back. But you can't, Bruce. You're weak. You're a shell. A rusty trap that cannot hold me. Let it go. Let me OUT."

"I shall shed my light over dark evil. For the dark things cannot stand the light, The light of the Green Lantern!"

"Green Arrow: Like what you've seen? Listen, I hope you enjoyed playing super-hero out there...I hope it did a lot of good for your ego."

"I picked out the name from the train man on the tracks who was waving a lantern, going from red to green.... Green meant go and I decided that was it. Then I needed a colorful and interesting costume. I was interested in Greek mythology and so the costume took on elements of that. It just all fell into place. When I sent it in, I waited into the second week before I heard the word to come in. I was ushered into Mr. [[w:Max Gaines|[Max] Gaines]] office, publisher, and after sitting a long time and flipping through the pages of my presentation, he announced, 'We like it!' And then, 'Get to work!' I did the first five pages of an eight page story, and then they called in Bill Finger to help. We worked on it for seven years."

"In loudest din or hush profound My ears catch evil's slightest sound Let those who toll out evil's knell Beware my power, the F-Sharp Bell!"

"You who are wicked, evil and mean I'm the nastiest creep you've ever seen! Come one, come all, put up a fight I'll pound your butts with Green Lantern's light! Yowza."

"In forest dark or glade beferned, No blade of grass shall go unturned Let those who have the daylight spurned Tread not where this green lamp has burned."

"In brightest day, in blackest night, No evil shall escape my sight Let those who worship evil's might, Beware my power...Green Lantern's light!"

"Green Arrow: That's right, Lantern... apologize. Grovel in front of that walking mummy. You call yourself a hero! Chum, you don't even qualify as a man. You're no more than a puppet... and the Guardians pull your strings. Listen... forget about chasing around the galaxy! And remember America. It's a good country... beautiful... fertile... and terribly sick! There are children dying, honest people cowering in fear, disillusioned kids ripping up campuses. On the streets of Memphis a good black man died... and in Los Angeles, a good white man fell. Something is wrong. Something is killing us all! Some hideous moral cancer is rotting our very souls."

"In days of peace, in nights of war Obey the Laws forever more Misconduct must be answered for Swear us the chosen: The Alpha Corps!"

"As for his [Darkseid's] creation, this would've been the late 1960s, while Kirby was still at Marvel Comics, before he jumped ship to DC, Mark Evanier is on record saying Jack was channeling Richard Nixon when writing Darkseid's dialogue. Kirby hated Nixon."

"Darkseid considers anything evil that's going to stop him. If you stop me, I consider you evil."

"The right idea to Darkseid is anything that benefits him. He isn't going to worry about you. He sees the world from where he sits, and of course what he sees is big. He's a big man. Darkseid is a tremendous, powerful, evil figure, and he's going to see everything in a cosmic view. He's not going to see a view of the candy store around the corner or what's playing at the Palladium next week. Darkseid is going to see everything in an over-powering cosmic view, and of course what else would he want but complete subjugation of everything? Earth is included in that everything, and my concept is that somewhere on Earth is someone who can solve the Anti-Life Equation, and Darkseid is after that poor soul."