Zheng Shang-Chi (Earth-616)/Quotes

Father... you speak with absolute assurance, completely convinced that your vision is the only proper way... and, like all men who speak thus... You are mad! When next we meet, it will be as implacable enemies!

Other men would wonder if they had truly seen anything other than a shadow--but I am Shang-Chi, son of Fu Manchu. I do not wonder.

What one knows, Sir Denis... is not always the truth.

There is only one weapon a human always has-- and that is his or her own body. Trained properly-- it is the only weapon needed. But how sad-- that it is needed.

The urn is an object of great beauty to the gentle eye. It is a pity-- that I must shatter its beauty-- on men whose hard eyes have never recognized it.

My eyes cross water to the gift of a symbol. It is a statue which represents freedom won at the cost of death ... and while my studies in philosophy render such a concept false, my experience with the nature of man dictates that fallacy is often truth.

The girl surprises me. I have met her in a place which demands money in return for the 'teaching' of a skill which may only be learned... through a process of self-effacement ... and yet she has learned.

My father has often said to me: 'A man may not be too careful in his choice of enemies, for once he has chosen ... he has forfeited a friend.' These are words my father has lived by, for he is Fu Manchu, and his life is his word.

I would speak with you of this dagger. Of this death. Of this man.

I do not seek power. I seek only peace.

It is over now ... the first result of my decision to leave passiveness for a path of direct action ... it has been worth it ... but the decision, and its path, still leaves much ... to be desired.

We are all freaks under other eyes, and life is our cage. The watching world is beautiful... The watching world is blind.

My very name speaks of higher truths, higher goals. That is my identity. How can I deny it? How can I resent it?

It is said that every pilgrim's journey begins with but a single step. This, then...was mine. Countless more await me over the horizon...yet walk them I will -- walk them I must -- for I am the rising and advancing spirit. I...am Shang-Chi -- and my journey never ends.

Your only concern, Misty, should be the fact that the last time we left Humbug alone he was decapitated and Orka was slaughtered.

Hello, most dishonorable opponents. I hope you have sufficiently prepared yourself for the humbling soon to ensue.

Are we certain my father is not yet resurrected? Because this does feel like his style.

Bride of Nine Spiders! My friend Iron Fist has spoken well of you, in the past. But today you become his enemy... and in so doing, also mine!

You mock me, but we are not so different. Both raised to be weapons. Both living in a world far removed from our homes. Both steeped in the game of death and deceit.

But no matter where I go, no matter whom I fight, no matter by whose side I stand... one thing, always, remains. I am the Master of Kung Fu.

I am calm in a raging sea. I am tradition, that buttresses the future. I have changed in a new environment. I have adapted. I look back at who I was, and understand who I have become.

The callouses from her hand are from holding a pen. Not a gun. Not a knife. Not a twelfth century katana. A pen. Her sheer normalness makes my heart skip a beat.

I prefer to call him Takeshi because Brother Sabre is a cult name. He still insists on calling me Brother Hand, though.

You fools! You think I locked away the Rings to protect them from you?! I did it to protect you from them!

We'll need another order...

You don't have to worry about the Five Weapons Society, Spider-Man. Or me. I am not my father.

You know what my father taught me? When your enemy offers bait... do not take it.

AVENGERS ASSEMBLE. In other words...come get this ass-kicking.

But there is one thing everyone calls me. One thing about which all others are certain. They call me the Master of Kung Fu.

My father has often said to me: "A man may not be too careful in his choice of enemies, for once he has chosen... he has forfeited a friend." These are words my father has lived by, for he is Fu Manchu, and his life is his word.

I carry his last words into the cold night, and I walk long in their echo... until I decide, at last, that once again... my father has lied to me.