Peter: What advice could I give you besides 'kiss my ass,' Nathan?

Peter:[To Sylar]You're too weak to stop me. [He punches him and Sylar falls to the floor.] I know how it feels now. [He lands another blow.] And with all this power- [Another punch. He bends down and pulls Sylar's face close to his so their noses touch.] -I'm the most special! [He knocks Sylar out.]

Rebel: There is hope. You can still fight back.

Sandra: School just called. Claire didn't show up today. You know anything about that?
Meredith: Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought that since--
Sandra: You don't get to do that - think about Claire. That's me. Not you. I'm the one who's been here. Changed her diapers, checked her spelling. Me, not you.
Meredith: Sandra, I'm not trying to--
Sandra: Do you think this is a game? She just got attacked. Hurt.
Meredith: Yeah, that's right and she's looking to push back. And there's nothing you can do stop that. In fact, smothering her, that's the best way to drive her away real quick.
Sandra: Don't you ever assume to know anything about me and my daughter.
Meredith: I just did what I thought was best to keep her here. Safe.

Sandra:Claire! Thank God. I was so worried. Are you okay? Because if you are, you are so grounded!

Stephen Canfield: I won't be a monster!

Sylar: [Whilst attacking Sue Landers; he is about to slice her head open.] Don't worry. It won't hurt a bit. [Sue uses her ability to see he is lying. He shrugs.] Got me. That's a lie.
[He kills Sue and leans over her on the floor.]
Sylar:I almost forgot how good this feels...
[Sue's friends burst into her office with balloons and gifts.]
Friends: Happy Birthday!
[They see Sylar kneeling on the floor by Sue's corpse, covered in blood. He turns to them.]
Sylar: Cake!

Sylar: (Noah shoots him six times. Sylar lies beside the wall, while the bullets all get ejected from his body.) Ouch. I got that from your Claire
Noah: You son of a bitch!

Sylar: [opening voiceover]] On the sixth day, God created Man in His own image, now it's up to us to figure it all out. Right...wrong...good...evil...in each of us is the capacity to decide what drives our actions. So what is it, then, that makes some choose selflessness, the need to devote oneself to something greater, while others know only self-interest? Isolating themselves in a world of their own making? Some seek love, even if only unrequited, while others are driven by fear and betrayal. There are those who see their choices as dark proof of God's absence while others follow a path of noble destiny. But in the end, good, evil, right or wrong...what we choose is never what we really need. For that is the ultimate cosmic joke, the real gift that God has left behind.

Sylar: [Shapeshifted] You really did a great job, sir. [He reaches to shake the President's hand. They touch, and Sylar's face morphes between many people. The handshake turns into a firm grip and a needle is thrust into Sylar's neck as Peter reveals himself and pulls their faces close.]
Peter: Bet you didn't think I took that one from you.
[Sylar passes out in the back seat of the President's limo]

Sylar: Empathy? What makes you think I'm capable of that?

Sylar: Everyone dies, well, almost everyone. Papa Petrelli, Mama Bennet, Mr. Muggles... what's your brother's name again? Larry?
Claire: Lyle.
Sylar: Right... he's gonna die too.

Sylar: If that is a coincidence, God is improving His sense of humor.

Sylar: Okay, technically, I'm a serial killer.

Sylar: You are not my mother
Angela: But I am dear. I am.