I can't bring Nathan back Peter, but I can sure as Hell swing a sledgehammer.
Sylar: All I know is that once I'm free from the temptation of my ability...
Matt: Mm-mm? You're going to be normal? I'm sorry, that ship sailed 50 murders ago.
The world is my hostage, Matt. Anybody. Anytime.
Sylar: In his death, he has helped me prove a point about the line.
Matt: What line?
Sylar: The one I can cross and you can't. The one that says I can do anything I want like killing people in cold blood.
Sylar: I don't get to fly very often, you know. Especially not first class.
Matt: Well, I'm glad my life savings could broaden your horizons.
Sylar: Your wife is kind of hot.
Sylar: That is the second Parkman I made scream today.
Danko: So how did that feel zipping up that body bag?
Sylar: Cathartic. Poetic. And tactically fortunate. It'll be a lot less easier to operate if everybody thinks I'm dead.
Danko: If we do this, if we succeed, you would be the only one left.
Sylar: Funny how that works.
Sylar: Special delivery.
Danko: How the hell did you get in here?
Sylar: Well, you'd be amazed what you can do with a lifted I.D. badge, a four dollar tie, and a West Baltimore accent. But you've got bigger problems.
Okay, technically I'm a serial killer.
I'm your son. And I have some questions for you.
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 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 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 real cosmic joke. The real gift that God has left behind.
Claire: I'll hunt you down and kill you.
Sylar: From cheerleader to stone cold killer? Who's the monster now?