I’m a red-hot, swingin’ superhero — and that’s the way I want it!

But sometimes... if you’re lucky... a stick is all you need.

Castle... I am not you. I will never be you. I... believe in the law. I have to.

I know you’re here, Foggy. I can hear you sweating. Okay, I’m guessing about the sweat, but you have to admit, the odds are pretty good.

You think so, pretty boy? Prove it.

I’m paralyzed. Strapped inside a metal skeleton by creatures made of material soundwaves. Meanwhile, somewhere, the Avengers are probably beating up a mugger or something.

I pretended I was doing good, but it was just... just violence with good as a side effect.

I can’t do this anymore. No one could. The fear. Over and over. I used to be the Man Without Fear. I was not afraid. But no one could take this.

It may surprise you to learn that on the right day, any criminal can be a genuine threat.

Daredevil represents something bigger than myself. And if that’s the case... then Daredevil needs to be better.

How about this view, eh?

I’m not going to fight them. I’m going to save them.

Jesus appeared to Paul on the road as a vision. A vision that left Paul blinded for days. Sometimes I think God blinded me... so I won’t be able to see the vision.

Why am I doing this? What am I trying to prove? Guess we’ll find out.

Lately, I feel like I’m thrashing in a big, scummy ocean. And al the sharks are down below, watching my legs... and biding their time.

Even I can’t find the words to express my rage and disgust, and I am very good at that.

A sword. I don’t use swords. They’re like guns. Only really good for killing.

Everybody’s watching, everybody sees the fool in the costume under arrest.

Shut up. I am quite the expert on self-destructive despair. I know exactly what it’s like to have nothing. To have taken from me all the light there is.

Not exactly hardcore, is it? I imagine a real Satanist wouldn’t be found dead with a plastic skull.