What are we doing, Bruce? When I was growing up with you, I always kne — Dick Grayson

"This fight cant be won if we pull our punches."

"I had a good teacher, except for the interpersonal skills and the ability to work with others. That was me."

"My first thought is for this new Tarantulas safety -- the assumption that she is a potential casualty. Thats a Batman thought. My second thought is for my safety -- the possibility that shes a potential enemy. Thats a Batman thought too. Its not until shes actually doing it that I allow myself to hope that she might be helpful -- a potential ally. Thats a Robin/Nightwing/Dick Grayson kinda thought. My thought. Two and a half seconds in. But better than nothing."(Nightwing Vol 2 75, 2003; by Devin Grayson)"

"But some things never change, like the sight of a Grayson on the trapeze. Cant fake that. Cant hide it..." - Jack Haly, Young Justice, 2012 (Tv Series)"

"What Ive gotten is the realization that you did the best you could with what you had. You werent a perfect father but thats okay because -- probably nobodys a perfect father. No familys perfect, either. I was lucky. I was privileged. Not because of the big house and the money, but because you gave me a lot of yourself. You taught me, you showed me, you encouraged me -- you never lied to me and you never demanded that I be anything Im not. I didnt imitate you because you insisted that I do so, but because I wanted to. Of all the men I knew, you were most worthy of imitation." (Nightwing Vol 1 4, 1995; by Dennis ONeil)"

"I know you follow a code. And I respect you. Youre pretty impressive for someone without super-powers, and I... Appreciate what you tried to do for my boy." - Slade Wilson (Nightwing #80, 2003; Devin Grayson)."

"How seldom, Friend! a good great man inherits Honour or wealth, with all his worth and pains! It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains.   . For shame, dear Friend! renounce this canting strain! … Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, and , And , regular as infants breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, , his , and the Angel ."

"Quand une regle est fort composée, ce qui luy est conforme, passe pour irrégulier."

"If the proverbial man of the planet Mars would come to this earth and inquire about the difference between "leader" and "ruler" he would learn that "rulers" are strange people who dressed in ermine, wore crowns, married foreign women, kept strictly to themselves, and had the inclination to administer the country without asking the people about their wishes. A "leader," on the other hand, he would be told, is a regular fellow in a simple uniform who embodies his nation, who tries desperately to create by propaganda complete unison between his ideas and the people. A leader, he might hear, was a local boy who made good, who spoke everybodys language, who never traveled abroad and disliked titles and royal paraphernalia."

"I went into my own black-out period [1942-45] which lasted two or three years where the canvases would simply build up until they’d get like stone and it was always just a gray mess. The image wouldn’t emerge, but I worked pretty regularly. I was fighting to find I knew not what, but I could no longer stay with what I had."

"When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the small space which I fill, or even can see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces whereof I know nothing, and which know nothing of me, I am terrified, and wonder that I am here rather than there, for there is no reason why here rather than there, or now rather than then. Who has set me here? By whose order and design have this place and time been destined for me?—Memoria hospitis unius diei prætereuntis. It is not well to be too much at liberty. It is not well to have all we want. How many kingdoms know nothing of us! The eternal silence of these infinite spaces alarms me."

"The thing the Time Traveler held in his hand was a glittering metallic framework, scarcely larger than a small clock, and very delicately made. There was ivory in it, and some transparent crystalline substance. ...This little affair... is only a model. It is my plan for a machine to travel through Time. You will notice that it looks singularly askew, and that there is an odd twinkling appearance about this bar, as though it was in some way unreal."