Batman Quotes

“Maybe they weren't a smart match but fate had matched them anyway; and someday in some future perhaps they would be matched again.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“Fear clears the mind. Panic clouds it.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“You have a heavy heart, for someone with everything.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“The world would always have the liars and traitors and thieves, but there were still those who were good at heart.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“The darkness was his ally, not his enemy.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“Can you ever truly comprehend anything about something, or someone…unless you experience it for yourself?”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“Trust nothing, suspect everything. If you want to figure out the truth, you shouldn't just be standing here, trying to get me to talk. Go out and see color for yourself.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“People always expect you to move on so quickly after you experience loss, don’t they? For the first few months, the sympathy pours on you. Then, gradually, it dwindles down, and one day you find yourself standing alone at the gravesite, wondering why everyone else has moved on to caring about something else while you still stay right here, silently carrying the same hurt. People get bored with your grief. They want something new to talk about. So you stop bringing it up, because you don’t want to bore anyone.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“The first rule of fooling someone is to mix a few lies in with many truths.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“In the rearview mirror, they saw the young officer stumble out of the precinct just in time to see them speed away.
"A little slower on the turns, Alfred," Bruce managed to say as they screeched around a corner and bolted into a freeway tunnel.
Alfred chuckled. He still had his hospital band wrapped around his wrist. "WayneTech cars aren't made for slow turns, Master Wayne."
"And you wonder where I get it from." Bruce felt as if his stomach could touch his spine. Even in his Aston Martin, he'd never been able to drive the way Alfred was now.
"I used to be in the Royal Air Force, Master Wayne," Alfred answered in a dry tone. "At least I have an excuse. Just because one can doesn't mean one should. I expect you not to use this against me the next time you go for a joyride."
"I'll try not to," Bruce managed to reply as he clutched the edges of his seat. In the back seat, Harvey looked green.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“No faith in me at all, Alfred," he said lightly. "You're the one who taught me how to drive in the first place." "And did I teach you to drive like a demon possessed?" "A demon possessed with skills," Bruce clarified.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“Let’s say, Bruce Wayne, that you are a person living in a black-and-white world. You know that, somewhere, colour must exist. So you read every book about colour that you can find. You research it day and night until you can recite the wavelengths of blue and red and yellow light, that a blade of grass must logically be green, that when you look at the sky, it is logically blue. You can tell me everything there is to know about colour, even though you’ve never seen it yourself. And then, one day, you see colour. Would you know it? would you even recognise it? can you truly comprehend anything about something, or someone… unless you experience it for yourself?”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“Nunca confíes en la tecnología. Cualquier cosa que te facilite la vida puede utilizarse contra ti.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“But looking out, all he saw was an ocean of light, the shimmering heart of Gotham City spread out before him. He didn't know everything his future held for him, not yet, but he knew that whatever it was, it would remain here. It looked like a place worth protecting. It looked like home.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“How was it today?" Alfred asked.
Bruce cast his guardian a dry look through the rearview mirror. "Had the best time," he replied. "I highly recommend it."
Alfred frowned at him. "Where do you inherit all this sarcasm from, Master Wayne?"
"I don't know." Bruce learned forward and hung an arm over the side of Alfred's seat. "Maybe it's from you."
"Me? Sarcastic?" Alfred sniffed, the barest hint of a smile appearing on his lips. "It's as if you think I'm British."
Despite the long day, Bruce couldn't help but grin at the retort.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“Los Aston Martin no están diseñados para ir despacio[...].”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“That was what drew him to machines. They followed algorithms, not emotion; when Bruce pushed his foot down on the pedal, the car only responded in one way.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“Bruce watched his friend go. Then he glanced at Alfred. "We need to make a pit stop."
"Where?"
"WayneTech."
Alfred shot him a wary glance. "Lucius would warn you none of those prototypes are ready for use."
"Says the man driving this car. Lucius is currently being held at gunpoint at the concert hall," Bruce replied. "I think he'll forgive us."
"Not if you don't make it out there alive."
"Come on, Alfred." Bruce cast his guardian a fleeting smile. "What's the point of being a billionaire if I can't have a little fun?" At the withering look on Alfred's face, he added, "I have to do this. I will do it with or without your help. But with your help, I'll have a better chance."
Alfred shook his head. "I first realized you'd be a handful when you accidentally set that old garden toolshed on fire with a blowtorch," he replied. "Do you remember that? You were thirteen. Five years later, here we are, aiding and abetting you as a fugitive." His voice lowered. "My job is to keep you safe, Master Wayne. But if that means making sure you don't try something absurd behind my back, then so be it.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker

“Now the tires screeched in protest as Bruce hit another sharp turn.
"I heard that," said Alfred Pennyworth from the car's live video touch screen. He gave Bruce a withering look. "A bit slower on the turns, Master Wayne."
"Aston Martins weren't made for slow turns, Alfred."
"They weren't made to be wrecked, either."
Bruce smiled sidelong at his guardian. The setting sun glinted off his aviator glasses as he turned the car back in the direction of Gotham City's skyscrapers. "No faith in me at all, Alfred," he said lightly. "You're the one who taught me how to drive in the first place."
"And did I teach you to drive like a demon possessed?"
"A demon possessed with skills, Bruce clarified. He spun the steering wheel in a smooth motion.”
― Marie Lu, Batman: Nightwalker