Owen Reece (Earth-616)/Quotes

And there he is. Norman Osborn. King of the world. That's so funny to me... because to us it doesn't look like you're in charge of anything at all.

All the pieces are coming together. All the things we've built will son be crumbling down. Because they're out there... Waiting. The Ivory Kings. The Beyonders... And how can we defeat them? We cogs in their well-oiled apocalypse machine? For it takes a God to kill a God.

We had to kill me. Lots and lots of me's. At first, it was a cost I was willing to pay...and we built a religion of Black Swans around that idea. With each me that was killed, I lost a bit of what made me...me. It's a cost I was willing to pay...but the madness wasn't worth it. We weren't going to prevent the early death of the Multiverse. The Beyonders had built me too well...so we got tricky. And that's when Stephen joined us--right before the end. While the Swans were busy killing me's...you and I were busy building something else. A better bomb. A better me. We couldn't stop the Beyonders from destroying everything, but we could draw them out...destroy them...steal their power...and store it someplace safe. Where it could be used to preserve some of what had been lost.

I like stuff. I like making it and having it. I like alliteration too. "Molecule Man"! I mean, technically I worked with atoms, but..."Atom Man"? Ugh. No zing. No pizzazz. Even atoms seem big and clunky to me now. I should be...Proton Man. Or Quark Man. Superstring Man. Information Man. Editing and ordering the base information of reality. Owen Reece, the Narrative Man. Heh.

We couldn't stop the Beyonders from destroying everything, but we could draw them out...destroy them...steal their power...and store it someplace safe. Where it could be used to preserve some of what had been lost.

This is the Library of Worlds. A conduit between universes built by the Beyonders when they still believed "life" to be a valuable experiment.