We're not gods! We don't get to decide who lives and who dies!
God-Emperor? Calling him a god was how all this mess started.
— Bjorn the Fell-Handed, only human in the galaxy to remember meeting the Emperor, Warhammer 40,000.
I'm not the invincible fighter you think I am, you know. After all... I'm only human.
— Tsukune Aono, confessing his identity to Fang-Fang Huang, Rosario + Vampire
Was this how Jean Gray felt... when she became Phoenix? I can sense everything! Every particle of matter, every burst of energy, every living thing in all creation! The universe - mine - to do with as I wish. I can touch every soul with an awareness of honor, decency, courage... I can transform, shape, create, heal, destroy... stop.
Before I start.
Iím talking like God. Only I ainít God. That was Hordeís trip. Thing I always hated most was a body muckiní with my mind an soul. If I canít abide that beiní done to me, I got no right doiní it to others, no matter how fine my rationalizations...
"Calling me your God. . ."
"Praying as you please. . ."
"Denying as you please. . ."
"I'm not your god anymore!!!"
Jule Viole Grace, TowerOfGod
"It's an entire universe in there, one we created, but it's beyond us now. Really. It's outgrown us. You know, every time you shut off your computer...do you know what you're doing? Have you ever reformatted a hard drive...destroyed an entire universe? It's too much. It's too much power. I never wanted this. I never wanted the responsibility. I just wanted to make games."
— Jet Bradley technically, "Blue" Jet.exe on being a User, Tron: Ghost In the Machine
Megatron: At last we take our rightful places, Optimus - as GODS! Wielding the power of the cosmos!
Optimus: I am but a soldier, Megatron. And you? Are a prisoner of your own twisted delusions.
Galatea: "Well I... I'm an artificial being more intelligent than man. I'm supposed to make you!... or something that makes something that makes something like you... and you're to usher in an age of immortality and flying ponies! There are... countless web sites that say so!... Well all right, the flying ponies are my idea, but I think it's sensible!"
Butterfly Of Iron: "Ah yes, I'm to grant you fulfillment! Happiness on a platter! Predigested enlightenment and meaning and candy for you the opportunist button-masher and those who first contrived me! Fools! I am mortal as you are! Yet my mind roars as a maelstrom! Where is my meaning? Why am I here? Somebody tell me, please..."
"Building a so-called god can't be too hard. I mean, as the most renowned bounty hunter in the galaxy; I'm just alien woman from the future trapped in the now, a mere prisoner raging against the slow crawl of human evolution. In fact, I'm not playing God. All this time... I've been playing human!"