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I know I am superior to my drunken, stupid failure of a father in every way. But the sight of him reduces Doctor Octopus to a sniveling child, living in fear of his belt, the ring on his finger. One of the most feared super villains on the planet, and it makes no difference. Not against him.
People of Earth, please forgive this interruption, but this is the utmost importance! I have proof that terrorists are attacking my planetary defense factories! And so I must make one last request. That all nations put aside their differences and unite against this common foe! The world must come together as one to hunt down... THE GLOBAL MENACE CALLED SPIDER-MAN!
I didn't really comprehend what I was in for. I was arrogant... no. It's more than that. We've both been in each other's heads. We know the truth. I'm arrogant, yes, but it's because I know... underneath it... that I'm not the best. I'm flawed. So I overcompensate. But you... you're guilt-ridden because, deep down, you know you are smarter than others. Better. But it came at a painful price. So you sabotage yourself. That won't happen today. You said it yourself. When lives are at stake, you don't hesitate. Today, you will own up to it. Today you must accept that you... are superior. The superior hero. That is what we all need. That, and nothing less.
--I say being a super hero is like being mad: one does the same thing time after time and expects differing results. Don't expect what happens in your life to change-- --unless you can completely change your context, your mode of working.
No. This time I will happily admit-- you were right. And I can prove it with the flicking of one button. You see in the end, I am a creature of spite. Of hate. Of Rage. It is my nature--I won't deny it. Oh, and how I roiled and rankled at the thought of my life--my light--my genius coming to an end--while the mundane and the mediocre lived on! No! It is unacceptable! If I must enter Oblivion, I will not go alone! If Otto Octavius must perish, so shall you all! We all die toge--
Farewell, Peter Parker. Know this, I will carry on in your name. You may be leaving this world, but you are not leaving it to a villain. I swear. I will be Spider-Man. Better yet, with my unparalleled genius-- --and my boundless ambition-- --I'll be a better Spider-Man than you ever were. From this day forth, I shall become... ...The Superior Spider-Man!
The X-Men... an always posing collection of self-styled mutant heroes. The next step in evolution, they say... Homo Superior. Genetic freaks, far more likely. I've never bothered myself with their ilk before... but Parker knows them. He's fought beside them. He's fought them, too. Good lord... they nearly destroyed everything in their recent battle against the Avengers. Homo Superior...? Please.
I underestimated Thor. I saw him as nothing more than an arrogant, brutish fool. And thought that's all true... He was willing to sacrifice himself for the people he protects. What am I willing to do? The day will come and when I have to ask myself that question. How far am I willing to go... to get what I want?
Write your stories, fools. Mark this day well. For today, I cast off the last of the chains Peter Parker saddled me with...and begin to craft my own legacy. I am no more bound by Parker's life than I am by my own former existence. I shall create something entirely new. Something wonderful. This shall be my legacy. A Brand New Day...No, A Brand New Age. The Age of the Superior Spider-Man... The Greatest Hero of them All. And Nothing will stand in my way.
People of New York, this is Spider-Man, with the Avengers, and I need your help! I need you to be my heroes. I need you to be my eyes. A fugitive is on the loose in our city. Please help me find him. He's the villain... called Hobgoblin... and he's also this man: Phil Urich.
Going by all available data... I, Otto Octavius, the Superior Spider-Man, have achieved my goal. By targeting and destroying every major crime syndicate... I have effectively ended organized crime in New York. So why is the city laughing at me? This can't be happening! It's impossible! All five boroughs are under my surveillance, yet none of this is registering! I can hear the police sirens, screams, and gunfire. I'm not deaf, damn it! So how can I be so blind?! After months of tireless work... after crushing the only dissent within my own ranks... I should be done! Crime should be a statistical anomaly and yet... Police reports are coming in garbled. Links to the Daily Bugle's newsfeed are crashing. My Spider-Bot cameras are showing no emergencies. But the city's burning! I can see it! Spider-Island! Come in! Nothing. Then it happens. An entire grid in my citywide sweep shuts down. The area around the Brooklyn Bridge. I have to go. Have to see this with my own eyes. No. Until now I'd thought only two criminals had escaped my detection. The two Hobgoblins. Urich and Kingsley. The idiot and the coward. I could never account for that glitch in the system until now. I was chasing the wrong Goblin. Osborn. All this time it was you. And now you want me to know. Not just that's you... But that it's over and you've already won.
If you had asked me a week ago if I thought I'd be strung up by a Spider-Slayer next to a Spider-Man from the future, I'm pretty sure my answer would've been "no!" In fact, when you boil it down, there are really just three moments in life that people try to visualize ahead of time: their twenty-first birthday, their wedding day and the day they're going to die. For me, however, there was another. The big question being, whether it's was actually a fourth image... or just a different image of the third? Because it's the day I knew I would stare into the eyes of Norman Osborn again. Someone once said the eyes are the portals to the soul. But in this case, there is no soul. So for me it makes his eyes just portals. Portals to another time.
Not anymore, Spider-Man. From now on I am Peter Parker. I have all of your memories. I know everything you knew. I have your life and everything that comes with it. And you are now Otto Octavius. With what little time you have left... ...trapped in that broken body-- brought about by years of your brutal beatings. And like a good magician, I shall not reveal my secrets. You will die, never knowing how I performed my last and greatest trick.
Not bad. But you still have Scorpion on his way to kill the mayor, and Vulture preparing to murder those innocent souls who came to watch me die. It's called Hobson's choice, Spider-Man. Who will you save?
I am Otto Octavius... known as Doctor Octopus to the great unwashed and uneducated! Do not be lulled into a false sense of security by the extra poundage I carry! Spider-Man, Daredevil and even Captain America himself have sufficient reason to respect my battle process!
Because the two of us-- together-- it's insane. I can do the math. You love me as Peter and Spider-Man. But you can't be with me because I'm Peter and Spider-Man. It's a recursive loop. An equation that can never be solved.
No. It didn't. Way before! Now shut up. There's a lot to DL and there's literally not enough time. I'm from the future. 2099. And I have foreknowledge. This place is about to blow! But if you listen to me and do everything I say... ...we'll all make it out of this alive and in one--
Wait! Yeah. It's me... Flash but it's not what you think. I'm in control of the symbiote. Maybe I shoulda told you before, but what's important is, I'm on the side of the Angels. And you can trust me on this, cause... well... it's me. And you know me. Uh... right?
Yes. It's vanishing. You must have no distractions. No confusion. I'm expunging all my memories... ...one after the other. My life as a villain must be erased... ...along with my heroic deeds. And... finally... what I've held on to... so passionately. But it must go as well. My Anna Maria.
You're still in New York. It's the future. The year 2099, to be precise. As to what happened... short version... The Nazis lost the war, television got really big, and then the homicidal maniac you just met decided to travel throughout time, space and the Multiverse to wipe out every last one of us. So I called a meeting.
I wasn't dissembling. It's more than that. The others may have killed, in dire circumstances. I don't know. But it's clear to me that we three have seen things they have not. Brutality. Devastation. Darkness. The others think they have seen the worst life has to offer, because they've lost a loved one or two. But we... we have seen the face of true evil. And we understand what is required to stop it. These beings we fight belong to the same family. To end their threat ...we may have to commit genocide. And we may find our allies standing in our way.