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"And worst of all, he could be any one of us! He could be in this very room! He could be you! He could be me! He could even be—"
— BLU Spy, talking about his RED counterpart, Team Fortress 2
Carver: Everyone is capable of murder under the right circumstances.
Ellie: No. Most people have a moral compass.
Carver: Compasses break.
Mills: We're not just going to pick up two more dead bodies, are we, John? That wouldn't be shocking enough. You've got newspapers to think about, yeah?
John Doe: Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore; You have to hit them with a sledgehammer. Then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
Mills: But the question is: what makes you so special that people should listen?
John Doe: I'm not special. I've never been exceptional. This is, though. What I'm doing. My work.
"Some people in the world you just don't fuck with. Unfortunately you can't always tell who those people are until it's too late and such was the case with Marvin Heemeyer. He lived in a little town in Colorado with a population of about 500. He was a welder and owned a muffler repair shop and, presumably for a while, he was a totally non-sinister individual who never even considered doing anything crazy like building a massive, nearly indestructible machine of terror. For a while."
"With a violent criminal record and considerable fighting skills, he was already on their radar as a potentially dangerous threat to society, and now, he had a growing number of devotees, utterly convinced that their leader possessed superhuman abilities...As James Hydrick is introduced (under his real, Western name), the most startling thing is the sub-normal level of charisma on display. The man with hundreds of disciples back home is vague, awkward and mumbly, and when he finally tells [That's Incredible! host Bob] Barker 'Iím gonna move a pencil for ya,' you might be forgiven for being a thousand miles back from the edge of your seat."
—Stuart Millard, "Fifteen-minute Messiah"