Sinestro corps! To me!
You fear a wounded heart. Now you'll always remember.
Want a story? We'll write the ending.
There's no workout like the real thing, Ark.
If somehow we don't die, you're letting me take you on a date.
The future is at stake, and you're asking me out. I'm an artist. I wear my heart on my sleeve.
The Sinestro Corps became the Green Lantern Corps.
I die, i at least better last longer than the yellow lantern fighting next to me.
Will and fear working in concert. Perhaps there is hope for this universe.
The sentient planet Mogo, join headquarters of the Green Lantern corps and the Sinestro corps.
Who should I thank for delivering my lunch?
I can feel the swell of my hippocampus, the pulse of my amygdala...! I feel afraid!
I wasn't just feeling fear... I was wielding it.