I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?

Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.

Sometimes the cost of winning for all the right reasons is so great that spirits die and hearts grow cold.

Don't forget, Riddler, how I love thee. Or all we shared together. Or that this sea and all other seas can lead you back to me.

Every man's in his own hands, with a little help from his brothers.

You count up your dead, every one. Always. Recall them, each and all - every face, every heart.

One man can make another's life so much better.