"This is an IMAGINARY STORY (which may never happen, but then again may) about a perfect man who came from the sky and did only good. It tells of his twilight, when the great battles were over and the great miracles long since performed; of how his enemies conspired against him and of that final war in the snowblind wastes beneath the Northern Lights; of the women he loved and of the choice he made between them; of how he broke his most sacred oath, and how finally all the things he had were taken from him save one. It ends with a wink. It begins in a quiet midwestern town, one summer afternoon in the quiet midwestern future. Away in the big city, people still sometimes glance up hopefully from the sidewalks, glimpsing a distant speck in the sky... but no: it's only a bird, only a plane — Superman died ten years ago. This is an IMAGINARY STORY...
Aren't they all?"
— Opening Narration
"I... I don't know. It isn't rational— it's just...well, if the nuisances from my past are coming back as killers... what happens when the killers come back?"
— Superman, at Pete Ross' funeral
"Greetings, Lex Luthor. Your body, mind and vocal chords all now belong to me. I welcome you to the new Brainac-Luthor team."
— Braniac, after mind-raping Luthor
