Michael Scofield Quotes Novels & Stories

"Why... Are you doing this?" Noah asked. "It's because someone like me doesn't have any worth and shouldn't be alive." Micheal said sadly. "No one will care if I die anyway. I'm just a useless waste of space. So it'll be better for everyone if I speed up my death a bit,"

I said as I glanced at Michael and noticed he was still showing discomfort. Michael grumbled as he spoke in a grouchy tone, "Scarlett, I am not dumb." “Never said you were." Again, I knew where he was heading, yet I answered him, simply trying not to raise my voice at him because he was pushing. “I am not dumb, Scarlett,” Michael repeated again as he began loosening. “Michael, has there been a time that I said that you were?” I asked him back, passing beside him towards the side of my bed.

You little tease! “Give your some guards to my family! They need protection. You're queen after all.” Michael Scott says in an arrogant nature, which only triggers me more. “First of all, they're not freaking bodyguards! They're men of 'Dark knights' mafia. And second, I'm not giving any men of my gang to you or your family.” My words are high and clear and on the topic. “What!!” He screamed in shock. “You can give your guards to Sinclair family but not your mother's family!! Are you that ungrateful?” He spit the words like a poisonous venom.

“It doesn't work that way, Sheila.” “Tell me how it works then.” “With everything you just said now, I already know how your brain is wired. No matter how much I explain, it won't make any sense to you, so let's just let it go.” “You're only saying that because you know I'm right. If I were you, I'd run into the arms of the Alpha and forget about everything else.” “That's a very shallow mindset there.” Michael chimes in. Sheila shoots him a shocked gaze and he simply shrugs his shoulders. “Not everything is about power and influence and glory and fame. There's more to life than all that.”

"You should join Major league baseball, that was one hell of a throw with that pap—" "Are you crazy old man? Are you kidding me?" Michael demanded. His eyes were spitting bloody murder. "Didn't your mother brush your teeth when you were younger? You are really fond of adding offensive words to your vocabulary—" "Shut—" "If you cut my sentences again?!" Marcus roared. His finger was pointed at Michael. "Who gave you the right to even waltz into my office? You even had the guts to call me an old man?!" Marcus flared.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I know enough.” “No, you don’t.” “Then explain it.” “No.” The refusal came quickly without hesitation. Theo exhaled slowly, his gaze hardening just a bit. “You really think that’s going to work?” “Yes.” “It’s not.” “It already is.” He shook his head slightly, almost amused but there was no real humor behind it. “You’re unbelievable.” “I’ve been called worse.” “I’m serious, Michael” he said, his tone dropping. “I know that.”

To the edge of the stage. And then said something no one expected. “Before I speak about business today, I need to speak about something else. Not as a CEO. Not as a name in a headline. As a man.” The room shifted. I blinked, my body going still. Michael looked directly at the crowd. “I’ve made mistakes,” he said. “In life, in love, in judgment. And some of them have followed me farther than I ever expected. Some of them wear a small pair of sneakers and smile like he’s already forgiven me.”

The tree suddenly glowed brighter. Its branches trembled. "You lie." The living voice echoed through the chamber. Michael looked up. "I expected you to object." Samuel stepped forward. "You buried an empty coffin." "You protected Grace." "You saved me." His voice hardened. "So when did you become this?" Michael's smile slowly disappeared. "The day I realized people never learn." He looked around the chamber. "How many wars have been fought in the name of freedom?" "How many children have died because good people refused to act?"

Michael was so infuriated that he even let out profanity. Although Michael had just scowled at Scott and shut him up, somehow all Scott could hear was Michael calling him in such a sexy voice. This doctor was really too sexy. He smirked. "So cold and scary, but I keep falling more." Michael waved a long needle in the air and glared at Scott. Since his assistant had started telling him about the case, he should have believed the instinct that the patient would be troublesome! "Do you still want your life?" A flawless smile appeared on Scott's face. He grinned and raised his chin provocatively. "I wouldn't mind dying in your sexy hands."

he said, his expression calm and reasonable. But before they could continue the conversation, Michael intervened, his voice firm and authoritative. "This is getting really tense. Mum, I think you should stop trying to make decisions for her. She's been a strong lady. And moreover, you're too strict, that's why I'm not staying in this house with my wife." Michael turned and walked away, leaving Mrs. Scofield looking stunned and hurt. "Aish, my children now see me as a witch," she shouted, her voice cracking with emotion as she buried her face in her hands.