"You think you know how the world works? You think that this material universe is all there is? What is real? What mysteries lie beyond the reach of your senses? At the root of existence, mind and matter meet. Thoughts shape reality. This universe is only one of an infinite number. Worlds without end. Some benevolent and life-giving; Others filled with malice and hunger. Dark places, where powers older than time lie... ravenous... and waiting. Who are you in this vast Multiverse, Mr. Strange?"
"You're a man looking at the world through a keyhole. You spent your whole life trying to widen that keyhole. To see more, to know more; and now, on hearing that it can be widened in ways you can't imagine... you reject the possibility."
"The language of the mystic arts is as old as civilization. The sorcerers of antiquity called the use of this language spells. But if that word offends your modern sensibilities you can call it a program, the source code that shapes reality. We harness energy...drawn from other dimensions of the Multiverse...to cast spells...to conjure shields...and weapons...to make magic!"
"We don't get to choose our time. Death is what gives life meaning. To know your days are numbered and your time is short. You'd think after all this time I'd be ready. But look at me. Stretching one moment out into a thousand... just so that I can watch the snow."
"I went to a place called Kamar-Taj and I... talked to someone called "The Ancient One." And I..." "Oh. So you joined a cult." "No, I didn't. No, not exactly. No. I mean... They did teach me to tap into powers that I never even knew existed." "Yeah. That sounds like a cult." "It's not a cult." "Well, that's what a cultist would say."