Bester: Anatomically impossible, Mr. Garibaldi, but you’re welcome to try.
G’Kar: There are things in the universe billions of years older than either of our races. They are vast, timeless, and it they are aware of us at all, it is as little more than ants and we have as much chance of communicating with them as an ant has with us. We know, we’ve tried. And we’ve learned that you can either stay out from under foot or be stepped on.
Catherine Saki: That’s it? That’s all you know?
G’Kar: Yes, They are a mystery. And I am both terrified and reassured to know that there are still wonders in the universe, that we have not yet explained everything. Whatever they are Ms. Saki, they walk near sigma 957 and they must walk there alone.
Catherine Saki: Why?
G’kar: Why not.
Catherine Saki: Not an answer…
G’kar: Oh, yes it is. It simply not an answer you like or an answer you expected. There is a difference. Narns, Humans, Centauri, we all do what we do for the same reason, because it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Ivanova: Good old PSI-corps. You guys never cease to amaze me. All the moral fiber of Jack the Ripper.
Sinclair: Mister, I don’t care if you had a personel message from God, complete with stone tablet.
Sinclair: Get out of my head.
Talia: Do you know what it is like when telepaths make love, Commander? You drop every defense and its all mirrors reflecting each other’s feelings. Deeper and deeper until somewhere along the line, your souls mix and its a feeling so profound it makes you hurt. It’s the only moment in a telepath’s life when you no longer hear the voices.