"Learn what can, and cannot, be asked from destiny."

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.

Survival's the thing, isn't it?

We fouled up. I did. He got hurt. Badly, maybe. And the god...is not helping him today.

Gods are nothing without their worshipers; they act on the affairs and the passions of men.

‎Niko and his women will be the death of all the Stepsons yet.

I'm just a weapon of the god.