Clea (Earth-616)/Quotes

Good evening Stephen! I'm ready for what you call ... our date!

The shadows, my love... the shadows always surround us! Can we not leave this house... this life... and make our own bright world?

This is why I was asked to lead the rebellion. I learned much while on the earth… especially in matters sorcerous. I had the greatest teacher of all… Doctor Strange!

I'm afraid Annabelle and Valkyrie might need time to acclimate to some changes.

I am concerned that our union is a draw on whatever power you have left.

You just got done telling me this immense story about how all of your friends came to your side when you needed help and you're still acting mopey and depressed and... and... when was the last time you shaved?

The title of Sorcerer Supreme belonged to Stephen Strange. My husband. Which makes it mine now.

How should I know? I am the Sorcerer Supreme, not the Technologist Transcendent.

Enough of this. It is time you came home, my love. Call it a "diplomatic mission" to your cold mistress if you must. You and Wong and I... we will scheme and we will plan. And we will drink some wine, and you will pet poor Bats, who has been inconsolable. And we will eliminate these revenants together, and I will have you back. Because the Sorcerer Supreme and Warlord of Manhattan does not let anyone, even Death, tell her whom she may and may not touch.

Life and death. Forces antithetical to one another, coming into contact. Flame and ice. Acid and stone. They tear and scream at each other, exploding and imploding at the same time, shattering and howling and burning and freezing, all at once. Brought together, this output of raw metaphysical energy could wipe Emerald City from existence and all of us with it. And it will. But... but.... but have I not spent the time since Stephen's death mastering opposing forces? Have I not brought the rival energies of Earth and the Dark Dimension to heel, as their Sorcerer Supreme? And... and do I not have a fragment of Stephen Strange's soul bonded to my own? Could that fragment not act as a bridge? Could the impossible be done? One soul could never control such powers. But two?

What kind of ridiculous clown convention have I stumbled into?

Hoggoth on hellfire, there're more members of the Illuminati to clone?

I am the Sorcerer Supreme of the Dark Dimension. My magic is the match of any of [The Warlords]. Let them test me. If they dare.