“CYCLOPS: Emma… I knew you wouldn’t turn your back on us.EMMA: Sweet as you are, I didn’t come back for you Scott. I came for my handbag. Lucky for you, this is a Louis Vuitton.”

“EMMA: Ah. There you are. You— little—John Sublime: Shhuhh… Hup. Don’t. Please… My mom met your parents in the Hamptons… I… I go through agonies of conscience every time we have to hurt one of you beautiful creatures… Emma… I’m doing God’s will…EMMA: Shut up! I am very cross about this! Very very very cross indeed! I look like a bloody heavyweight boxer!”

“Animal Man: 'Listen, just tell me one thing: am I REAL or what?'Grant Morrison: 'Of COURSE you're real! We wouldn't be here talking if you weren't real.'You existed long before I wrote about you and, if you're lucky, you'll still be young when I'm old or dead.'You're more real than I am.”

“PHOENIX: As I was about to say… “Telekinesis” means “mind over matter.”U-Men: I’m not scared… I’ll match your natural powers with my electric blood transfusion.PHOENIX: No… No. I’m sorry, you won’t. All your minds… looking out through those little portholes… Naked insecurities crawling all over you like graffiti… So sad… You’ll be quiet and you’ll listen to someone else for just 5 minutes. Mind over matter? Think back to all that processed food you ate today to help calm your nerves. I’m thinking about it right now. I’m thinking of moving it up.U-Men: Aaautch! Bblaaauuurrr!PHOENIX: And moving it down.U-Men: Oh! Awwwww!PHOENIX: I don’t want you to get hurt but you have to understand… the more you annoy me the more I can’t help thinking about deconstructing you, molecule by molecule, memory by memory… until there’s nothing left but screaming, traumatized atoms. So don’t patronize me. Don’t threaten me. And don’t ever endanger any of my students again. Don’t even think about it. Or I’ll know.”

“Sometimes... sometimes I think the Asylum is a head. We're inside a huge head that dreams us all into being. Perhaps it's your head, Batman. Arkham is a looking glass... and we are you.”

“It's stupid, I know, but I care. All the things that meant so much when we were young. Under the blankets late at night, listening to long-distance radio. All those things lost now or broken. Can you remember? Can you remember that feeling? Perhaps I ought to go to a doctor.”

“It's salt. Why don't you sprinkle some on me, honey? Aren't I just good enough to eat?”