You know everything has just changed. Part of you thinks your life is — Dick Grayson

"In accessing the risk involved for Batman in acclimating new recruits to his team, we would be remiss not to examine the circumstances and consequences surrounding the first addition to the Dark Knights campaign. Though to call Dick Grayson a recruit is misleading. As well as I profess to know the Batman, even I cant be sure what he was thinking when he agreed to assume legal custody for the orphaned boy who would be the first Robin. I can tell you about this boy. He was fearless. He was effusive. And he was full of grace. So maybe it was just greed that made Batman take him? Maybe it was sympathy for his situation? Recognition? Maybe no good general would turn down the opportunity to implement a gifted soldier. Or maybe the Dark Knight knew, somewhere in the back of his head, that he couldnt face the entirety of his mission alone." (Batman: Gotham Knights #10, 2000; by Devin Grayson)"

"This is the first time Ive been out here since Damian saved the city. The first time since...Robin died. Two weeks ago, Joker turned my world upside down. He burned Amusement Mile. The people I trusted -- and who trusted me-- either died or left for good. But Damian was there. He was my brother. And now...now Im supposed to move forward. Right. Forward. (Nightwing Vol 3 18, 2013 by Kyle Higgins)"

"Next to Barry, I learned the most from Dick. We had our battle. But in the end Id miss him an awful lot" - Wally West (Flash Vol 2 #245, 2008; by Alan Burnett)"

"Long ago we realized we cant possibly solve all the worlds problems. And maybe we shouldnt even try. We understood that we needed to develop out hearts and minds and not just our fighting skills. With all the good that needs to be done, it was impossible to accept that nobody should ever do what we do 24/7. That way lies madness. Trust me, I know. If you come to believe youre a god and you fail, where does that leave you?" (Nightwing #125, 2006; by Marv Wolfman)"

"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)"

"Dick is like my own son!....Your honor, I ...I love that boy! Please dont take him from me!" - ("Bruce Wayne Loses the Guardianship of Dick Grayson!",1943 scripted by Bill Finger)"

"In the life of the mass-order, the culture of the generality tends to conform to the demands of the average human being. Spirituality decays through being diffused among the masses when knowledge is impoverished in every possible way by rationalisation until it becomes accessible to the crude understanding of all."

"The first thing I remember about the world — and I pray that it may be the last — is that I was a stranger in it. This feeling, which everyone has in some degree, and which is, at once, the glory and desolation of homo sapiens, provides the only thread of consistency that I can detect in my life."

"Jewish custom, which traces descent solely from the mother, is more sensible and more discreet. Our own lawgivers cant accept the fact that there are many things in family life that are best kept shrouded in mystery."

"One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved."

"If it fulfills our hopes, this center will be, at once, a symbol and a reflection and a hope. It will symbolize our belief that the world of creation and thought are at the core of all civilization. Only recently in the White House we helped commemorate the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare. The political conflicts and ambitions of his England are known to the scholar and to the specialist. But his plays will forever move men in every corner of the world. The leaders that he wrote about live far more vividly in his words than in the almost forgotten facts of their own rule. Our civilization, too, will largely survive in the works of our creation. There is a quality in art which speaks across the gulf dividing man from man and nation from nation, and century from century. That quality confirms the faith that our common hopes may be more enduring than our conflicting hostilities. Even now men of affairs are struggling to catch up with the insights of great art. The stakes may well be the survival of civilization. The personal preferences of men in government are not important--except to themselves. However, it is important to know that the opportunity we give to the arts is a measure of the quality of our civilization. It is important to be aware that artistic activity can enrich the life of our people, which really is the central object of Government. It is important that our material prosperity liberate and not confine the creative spirit."

"I did not go to join Kurtz there and then. I did not. I remained to dream the nightmare out to the end, and to show my loyalty to Kurtz once more. Destiny. My destiny! Droll thing life is — that mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some knowledge of yourself — that comes too late — a crop of unextinguishable regrets. I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid skepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary. If such is the form of ultimate wisdom, then life is a greater riddle than some of us think it to be. I was within a hairs-breadth of the last opportunity for pronouncement, and I found with humiliation that probably I would have nothing to say. This is the reason why I affirm that Kurtz was a remarkable man. He had something to say. He said it. Since I had peeped over the edge myself, I understand better the meaning of his stare, that could not see the flame of the candle, but was wide enough to embrace the whole universe, piercing enough to penetrate all the hearts that beat in the darkness. He had summed up — he had judged. The horror! He was a remarkable man. After all, this was the expression of some sort of belief; it had candor, it had conviction, it had a vibrating note of revolt in its whisper, it had the appalling face of a glimpsed truth — the strange commingling of desire and hate."