Elric: Oh, I'm afraid you have to spend the rest of your life paying for your mistakes. Not this one of course, it's trivial, I have withdrawn the spell, but there will be others.
Londo Mollari: What are you talking about?
Elric: You are touched by darkness, Ambassador. I see it as a blemish that will grow with time. I could warn you of course, but you would not listen. I could kill you, but someone would take your place. So I do the only thing I can�I go. [starts to turn away, then turns back to Londo] Oh, I believe it was an endorsement you wanted. A word or two, a picture, to send to the folks back home, confirming that you have a destiny before you.
Londo: Yes, it was just a thought, nothing more.
Elric: Well, take this for what little it will profit you. As I look at you, Ambassador Mollari, I see a great hand reaching out of the stars. The hand is your hand. And I hear sounds�the sounds of billions of people calling your name.
Londo: My followers?
Elric: Your victims.

Elric: There is an old saying: "Do not try the patience of wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger."

Elric: We are dreamers, shapers, singers, and makers. We study the mysteries of laser and circuit, crystal and scanner, holographic demons and invocation of equations. These are the tools we employ, and we know many things.
John Sheridan: Such as?
Elric: The true secrets, the important things. Fourteen words to make someone fall in love with you forever. Seven words to make them go without pain. How to say good-bye to a friend who is dying. How to be poor. How to be rich. How to rediscover dreams when the world has stolen them. That is why we are going away--to preserve that knowledge.
Sheridan: From what?
Elric: There is a storm coming, a black and terrible storm. We would not have our knowledge lost or used to ill purpose. From this place we will launch ourselves into the stars. With luck, you will never see our kind again in your lifetime. I know you have your orders, Captain. Detain us if you wish. But I cannot tell you where we are going. I can only ask you to trust us.

Emperor Turhan: I would very much like to have seen a Vorlon.
[he closes his eyes; when he reopens them, Kosh is standing over him]
Emperor Turhan: How will this end?
Kosh: In fire.[N]

Franklin: I'm waiting. For an apology.
Sinclair: You'd better check the temperature in Hell first.

Franklin: So, I hear you saw something.
Jeffrey Sinclair: Yes...something.
[Sinclair walks away, smiling.]
Franklin: Well, uh, you think you can be a little more specific?
[Franklin chases after Sinclair.]
Sinclair: I'm not sure. I don't know if I'll ever be sure.
Franklin: Well, I still don't believe it. And I'd be careful if I were you, Commander. That sort of talk will get you sent off on a very long vacation.

G'Kar Tell me, Minister. If I were to strike you, which would you be angry at? The hand that struck you, or the heart that commanded it?... The hand has no choice but to do as it is told. It is the heart that carries the burden. And that heart is dead in both of us, Minister. It died with Cartagia, and it died in me soon after. Besides, everyone knows that the true source of pain is neither the hand nor the heart... it is the mouth. Is it not, Minister?

G'Kar: [admiring Marcus's (closed) Minbari fighting pike] May I?
[Marcus hands him the pike.]
Marcus Cole: To open it, you press...
[G'Kar presses the button and opens the pike; it telescopes out, barely missing Marcus and knocking over a crate]
G'Kar: I like it!

G'Kar: [quoting Yeats' "Second Coming"]

G'Kar: [singing]

G'Kar: All my life, I have been responsible only for myself. When I risk, I risked alone to avoid making others pay the price for my mistakes. They want me to show them another way. What if I show them the wrong way? What if they come to me not because of the lesson, but because of the teacher? I worry, Ta'Lon, that my shadow may become greater than the message.
Ta'Lon: If that happens, I give you my word that I will personally kill you.
G'Kar: And this is supposed to put my mind at ease?

G'Kar: And you have no idea how that [a black flower sent to G'Kar as a sign that he is about to be assassinated] got into my bed?
Na'Toth: Ambassador, it is not my place to speculate on how anything gets into your bed. Your reputed fascination with Earth women, for instance.
. . .
G'Kar: The Earthers have a phrase: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. I believe they stole it from us.

G'Kar: Compassion is a rare commodity these days

G'Kar: I believe that when we leave a place, part of it goes with us and part of us remains. Go anywhere in the station when it is quiet, and just listen. After a while, you will hear the echoes of all our conversations, every thought and word we've exchanged. Long after we are gone, our voices will linger in these walls for as long as this place remains. But I will admit that the part of me that is going will very much miss the part of you that is staying.

G'Kar: I have seen what power does, and I have seen what power costs. The one is never equal to the other.