There's nothing wrong with Gotham a few street trees couldn't fix.

I am therefore, I think.

This reality we've created may not survive the light.

Someone told him the best way to get what he wanted out of life would be to write his own obituary and work back from there. Problem was he didn't know what he wanted, so he asked his friends to all write obituaries for him. That's when the trouble began.

The back of his head opened up; it was a book. She flipped through the pages.

Gravity may have won the battle, but the war is still on!

What part of, "What part of my question did you not understand?" did you not understand?