Magneto Quotes

That's why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don't say anything, they just nod. The nod means, 'I' am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,' but they don't say anything because they're Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.

Your humans slaughter each other because of the color of your skin, or your faith or your plitics -- or for no reason at all -- too many of you hate as easily as you draw breath. - Magneto

The kid curled his fingers inward, like he was motioning them to come play with him, and in a total Magneto way, the guns flew from the officers' hands, zinging toward the kid. They, too, stopped in midair and lit up in vibrant shades of blue. A second later the guns were dust. Kat's hands dug into my back. "Holy..." "Shit," I finished.

Hawkeye: ...Remember when Magneto brain-zapped the X-Men into fightin' us? There's mind control goin' on here. That or Cyclops is- Hank: I appreciate your concern, Hank, but I consulted Wolverine. He vouched for both Magneto and Ms Frost. And we, of all people, can't begrudge someone a second chance. Hawkeye: Second chance? Magneto's had, like, THIRTY! How many times're we gonna get burned before we stop cookin' naked? [...] Hank: Listen, why don't you stay here and supervise the students? Things are tense enough with Pietro in there. Hawkeye: Okay, kids, huddle up! We're gonna work on resisting mind control today. No particular reason.

And yet the city is not dead: the machines, the engines, the turbines continue to hum and vibrate, every Wheel's cogs are caught in the cogs of other wheels, trains run on tracks and signals on wires; and no human is there any longer to send or receive, to charge or discharge. The machines, which have long known they could do without men, have finally driven them out; and after a long exile, the wild animals have come back to occupy the territory wrested from the forest: foxes and martens wave their soft tails over the control panels starred with manometers and levers and gauges and diagrams; badgers and dormice luxuriate on batteries and magnetos. Man was necessary; now he is useless. For the world to receive information from the world and enjoy it, now computers and butterflies suffice.

That done, he let his fingers play briefly over the magneto.

Homo Sapiens and their guns.

Y cuando el corredor dijo amén, allí estaba él, con la clara ventana frontal a la espalda, entre la secretaría y la dirección: él, el Gran Mahlke, pero sin ratón, porque llevaba en el cuello el singular objeto, el abretesésamo, el magneto, lo contrario de una cebolla, el trébol galvanizado de cuatro hojas, el engendro del buen viejo Schinkel, la golosina, el aparato, la cosa cosa cosa, el no-quiero-hablar-de-eso. ¿Y el ratón?

If you're using half your concentration to look normal, then you're only half paying attention to whatever else you're doing.

Metal business cards are a good investment. Especially if you were to meet Magneto. He would have no other choice but to be attracted to you.

Magneto Was Right' - Quentin Quire

You want society to accept you, but you can't even accept yourself.

That’s why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don’t say anything, they just nod. The nod means, ‘I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,’ but they don’t say anything because they’re Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Jace, from the backseat. “Good,” Clary said,

I tried to do my bracelet up, but couldn’t get the clasp to fasten, and before I tossed it across the room, Will grabbed my hand and fixed the silver clasp for me. “Jesus, Mark, surely Batman can do up his own bracelets.” “Batman. Bat. Man, Will,” I reminded him. “I’m not Magneto.

Horsfall was fond of practical jokes. He once wired up a toilet seat to a battery and waited for a girlfriend to use it. 'The scream that Kath gave when the magneto was turned on was most satisfying,' he recalled. He even wrote a poem to commemorate the occasion. I gave her time to start her piddle Then gave the thing a violent twiddle Before I could complete a turn She closed the circuit with her stern, And shooting off the wooden seat Emitted a most piercing shriek.

You realize this makes us mortal enemies? You’re now the Lex Luthor to my Superman, the Magneto to my Professor Xavier.” “With your comic book obsession obviously still in full effect, I’d say I’m more the Wendy to your Peter Pan complex.

Marvel and DC comics dealt with fantastical characters but at least they sent them on recognisable journeys, providing them with origin stories, personal tragedies (the villain Magneto was revealed to be a Holocaust survivor), love affairs, psychological issues, political awakenings and all the rest of it.

So the more manly you are, the less you say?” “Right.” Simon nodded. Past him she could see the humid fog lowering over the East River, shrouding the waterfront in feathery gray mist. The water itself was the color of lead, churned to a whipped cream consistency by the steady wind. “That’s why when major badasses greet each other in movies, they don’t say anything, they just nod. The nod means, ‘I am a badass, and I recognize that you, too, are a badass,’ but they don’t say anything because they’re Wolverine and Magneto and it would mess up their vibe to explain.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Jace, from the backseat. “Good,” Clary said, and was rewarded by the smallest of smiles from Simon as he turned the van onto the Manhattan Bridge, heading toward Brooklyn and home.

I met him in the hospital.' I saw the eyebrow raise in my peripheral vision. 'Yeah, that hospital. He believes that powerful telepaths are secretly in charge of the planet, and that they're possessing people for their own entertainment.' 'Powerful telepaths...' Lew said. 'Slan,' I said. Lew burst out laughing. 'You mean you didn't know that Slan was nonfiction?' I said. 'Bertrum belongs to an organization that believes that Van Vogt intentionally--' 'What did you say--Van Vaht? It's Van Voh.' 'No, it's not. You've gotta pronounce the T at least.' 'What, Van Vote? Don't be an idiot. I bet you still say Submareener.' 'My point--,' I said. 'And Mag-net-o.' '--is that Bertrum thinks Van Voggatuh used fiction to cloak the truth.' 'As opposed to say, your friend, P.K. Dick, and Whitley Strieber, and--' 'Streeber.' 'And L. Ron Hubbard, who just made shit up and said it was the truth.' 'Exactly.' Lew nodded. 'I find your ideas intriguing and I'd like to subscribe to your newsletter. What's the name of this fine organization?' 'It gets better,' I said. "The Human League." 'No way.' 'I'm not sure they realized the name was taken.' 'My god, Lew said. 'It's the perfect cover for an elite fighting force -- an eighties New Wave band! This is so Buckaroo Banzai.

Why’d you want him?” Dante asked as he worked. “Isn’t Magneto the bad guy?” “Nah,” Matty said as he tugged at some loose tape on the box. “He’s really a good guy, but sometimes he just does bad things.” I

The boys reached the flight line just as Randy was completing a preflight check of the aircraft. In a few minutes they were strapped in their seats and taxiing toward the active runway. The pilot remarked, “Because of the direction of the wind, that runway is the only one I can use to head the plane into the wind.” He tuned his radio to the proper frequency and contacted Bayport tower. An immediate reply crackled from the plane’s receiver. “Ace Service Flight Two-Six is cleared to runway One-Niner. Wind’s from the southeast at fifteen knots. Altimeter setting, Two-Niner-Eight-Six.” Randy paused to check his instruments, controls, and engine magnetos. The tower then cleared him for immediate take-off. Turning into the runway, he eased the throttle ahead. Soon he and his passengers were airborne and taking a course to the northwest. The boys gazed down at the earth below. The terrain became more hilly with each passing mile. The expanses of wooded areas looked like rumpled deep-green carpet. Here and there, lakes and small streams reflected the sun in bright

The “ignition” was a very understated and terribly English affair indeed, involving simply an advanced magneto and some leaded petrol rather than a column of fire, five astronuts (sic) and a mission control staffed by folk mouthing “gosh - we have lift-off” and “the egret has landed”.

Why’d you want him? Isn’t Magneto the bad guy?” “Nah,” Matty responded as he cleared off a chunk of tape and newspaper. “He’s really a good guy, but sometimes he just does bad things.” I stilled at that as my insides clenched up tight. I pushed back the insane need to ask the little boy if he really believed that…if he could ever look at someone who’d had a lifetime of bad choices under their belt and still see a hero.

It’s Magneto!” Matty cried out happily as soon as enough of the paper had been cleared away to see the doll. Pleasure went through me at the pure joy I saw in his gaze as he lovingly clutched the box to his chest. “I heard you really wanted him to add to your collection.” Matty nodded and said, “Thank you,” as he threw his arms around me for a brief moment.

It was a vast, low-ceilinged room in the lower levels of the basement. The ceiling was supported by pillars at regular intervals. The room was almost impossible to navigate, being crammed with sixty years’ worth of electronic flotsam and jetsam. He slowly worked his way backward, deeper into the room and further into the past. Toward the back, he came across a large cabinet that he mistook at first for an antique computer. It contained over a hundred vacuum tubes, each with its own set of inductors and capacitors. Then he uncovered the piano-style keyboard with the name HAMMOND above it. “Oh, that must be the Novachord,” said the Teleplay Director. “It’s like an organ, except not. It was used on various radio dramas for a few years, but when we got the Hammond B3’s it went into storage.” Philo told Viridios about it. “They have a Novachord?” Viridios said in surprise. “I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never played one. It was so far ahead of its time that nobody really knew what to do with it. It’s not an organ at all. It’s more like a polyphonic synthesizer.” “That’s not all,” said Philo. “I found some of your old equipment. It’s marked ‘Valence Sound Laboratory.’ It doesn’t look like musical equipment at all, more like scientific equipment. There’s an eight-foot metal cabinet full of circuitry like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The front panel is full of knobs and jacks labeled with mathematical symbols.” Viridios was astonished. “It still exists!” he exclaimed. “I thought it was dismantled and sold for scrap.” “What is it?” “That’s the instrument we used to create the soundtrack for Prisoners of the Iron Star. It’s called a Magneto-Thermion.

The horns blew, and Jesus came floating out of the damned sky like Magneto to save us all! How did you repay him? You shot him in the fucking face and he hit the ground! He hit that shit harder than Paul Walker driving through a Christmas tree farm! So, yes! Congratulations! You’re the Antichrist and your father was a psychic!

Xavier: I swore long ago that I would see no more X-men die. If Magneto's is the only means to that end...then so be it. Scott: I won't accept that, Charles. Granted, times are tough for us and they'll probably get a lot worse. Granted, we probably could conquer the world--though the cost in blood would be staggering. But don't you see-either of you- we're human, too! A different branch, perhaps, but the same basic tree! Such a fundamental shift in attitude can't be imposed-to have any meaning, it must grow from within. You brought us together to fulfill a dream, Charles- one born out of hope and the noblest of human aspirations- and we've sweated and bled, and some of us have died, to make it a reality. I'm not prepared to give up. The means are as important as the ends- we have to do this right or not at all. Anything less negates every belief we've ever had, every sacrifice we've ever made.

Tata, z notesem na kolanach, oglądał z nimi także Simona Snowa i piąty miecz. - Za długo mam z wami do czynienia - oznajmił, szkicując miskę pełną gravioli. - Bo jak poszedłem z Kellym do kina na nowych X Menów, cały czas byłem przekonany, że Profesor X i Magneto się kochają.

master switches and both magnetos

A wire attached to the brass axle, and a wire heading in a wire brush pressed against the copper disk, made a circuit with the galvanometer. When Faraday cranked the copper wheel through the magnetic field, the galvanometer registered a flow of induced electric current that continued so long as the disk was cranked. So electricity produced magnetism, and magnetism produced electricity. The two forces were indeed one powerful, invisible force: electromagnetism. That deep proof won Faraday the respect of the scientific world. It also cleared the way to generate electric charge steadily, in any volume, without the need for batteries. Faraday’s copper-disk generator was a simple magneto, a first example of a mechanism that would become common in automobiles and other machinery, a way to convert mechanical work into electricity.

To Joule, the implications were clear. He wrote with unequivocal confidence, “We have therefore in magneto-electricity an agent capable by simple mechanical means of destroying or generating heat.

You think that if you die, and manage to come back, you'll turn into what, one of the X-Men?" Victor laughed. His throat was dry. "I was hoping for Magneto.

Mutants will not go meekly into the gas chambers. We will fight… and we will win.” - Magneto