Mark Steven Johnson

Violence doesn't discriminate. It hits all of us… the rich, the poor, the healthy, the sick. It comes as cold and bracing as a winter breeze off the Hudson. Until it sinks into your bones… leaving you with a chill you can't shake. They say there's not rest for the wicked. But what about the good? The battle of Good vs. Evil is never-ending… because evil always survives… with the help of evil men. As for Daredevil, well… soon the world will know the truth. That this is a city born of heroes, that one man CAN make a difference.

What is your problem with our clients? We have good, honorable clients. Decent people. What's your idea of better? Define "better". Huh? What would be a "better" client?

High above the city streets, I trained my body and my senses. An acute sense of touch gave me both strength and balance, until the city itself became my playground.

I had set out to save the city. But with Elektra's help, I saved myself instead. Now I have faith that anything is possible. And some days, faith is all you need.

When it rains, it's like there's a rooftop on the world. Each raindrop makes a sound the first time it falls on a surface. Just then, it's like I… it's like I can see again. And I… I just wanna… I just wanna see you.

Mr. Quesada, for your sake, I hope justice is found here today… before justice finds you.

I had lost my sight, but I got something back in return. My remaining four senses functioned with superhuman sharpness. But most amazing of all, my sense of sound gave off a kind of radar sense!