Heather Douglas (Earth-616)/Quotes

How dare you disturb my meditation?!

You will recall naught of the terrible deed we have done! You, and the others will believe that the Avengers have again earned a great triumph -- but I will remember...FOREVER!

Love me, Son of Odin. Be thou mine!

But now I know what Odin sought to teach me with that band: it showed me why he does not extend control throughout the cosmos. It is that all things, even the humblest, contribute worth to the universe, and should not be despised. And even the greatest in power and wisdom can cause evil —- if they do not recognize that others can bestow innocence and beauty. I made that error. I have done evil. I apologize.

Once he was Arthur Douglas, a so-so Jazz Musician, as I recall. He ended up dying next to a burning Car in th Desert between Vegas and Reno. He was my Father. I was with him that time, also. But Death wasn't the End for Dad, just the terrible beginning. There was this Cosmic Entity, named Kronos who needed a Champion to keep Thanos in line. He grabbed my Dad's Soul and used it to animate his Hero. So Pop became the lumbering Behemoth known as Drax the Destroyer. I guess even back then part of me still loved the Guy. Didn't stop me, though, from killing him a second time.

You see and hear only what you want -- need -- to see and hear, Spider-Man... such is the high price of enlightenment.

I've been working with him, trying to raise his intelligence, to make him more than just a... a mindless destroyer. But how could you understand what it's like to see a man's spirit trapped inside a green, misshapen being... A decent man who didn't deserve to have this monstrous half-life. A tragic brute of a --

Because you tried to use it consciously. You tried to make it happen. For you, apparently, the death wish won't operate if you deliberately endeavor to employ it.

It's...it's an abominable place. A universe like ours, except that it is twisted and deformed by malignant growth. A cancerverse. Peter, it is a universe where life has won. ... I mean death has lost.

Deep down, Korvac is afraid. If you are not...you can win.

Once he was Arthur Douglas, a so-so jazz musician, as I recall. He ended up dying next to a burning car in the desert between Vegas and Reno. He was my father. I was with him that time, also. But death wasn't the end for dad, just the terrible beginning. There was this cosmic entity named Kronos who needed a champion to keep Thanos in line. He grabbed my dad's soul and used it to animate his hero. So pop became the lumbering behemoth known as Drax the Destroyer. I guess even back then part of me still loved the guy. Didn't stop me, though, from killing him a second time.