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Andrew Ryan: In the end, what separates a man from a slave? Money? Power? No. A man chooses. A slave obeys.

I am Andrew Ryan and I'm here to ask you a question: Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? No, says the man in Washington. It belongs to the poor. No, says the man in the Vatican. It belongs to God. No, says the man in Moscow. It belongs to everyone. I rejected those answers. Instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose… Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor. Where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small. And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.

We all make choices, but in the end, our choices make us.

Dr. Rosalene: [looks at an old baby grand piano] How the heck did they move this thing upstairs?
Dr. Watts: Who knows, but I bet it'd be a piece of cake for the TARDIS.
Dr. Rosalene: Not really; you can't even get it through its door.
Dr. Watts: …Mm, true. Well that settles it: moving pianos is a pain in the arse for everybody. It'd probably take an entire episode to get it inside.
Dr. Rosalene: …I wouldn't mind seeing such an episode.
Dr. Watts: Me neither. It sounds pretty epic.

The ending isn't any more important than any of the moments leading to it.

John: So… what do you think they really are? The stars, I mean.
River: I… I've never told anyone, but… I've always though they were lighthouses. Billions of lighthouses… stuck at the far end of the sky.

It is not the end of the world, but you can see it from here.

The World doesn't care about right or wrong. It's all about power. And right now, none of us have it.

Adam Jensen: I never asked for this. They say they saved me, but I'm not sure saved is the right word.

Anna Navarre: My new partner, JC Denton. Don't tell me you're going to wear those sunglasses during a night operation.
JC Denton: My vision is augmented.