Miscellaneous Quiz / Shakespeare or Batman?

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Can you name the source, Shakespeare or Batman, who is quoted below?

Quiz Updated Nov 21, 2016

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Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
I am a feather for each wind that blows.
I'm a man of thirty—of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism. I'm born again.
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre. I see, as in a map, the end of all.
He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war.
Smoldering, I burn you—burning you, I flare, hot and bright and fierce and beautiful.
You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me, set the dogs on me.
I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in my arms.
We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back at us, you blinked.
The weight of this sad time we must obey.
As a man, I'm flesh and blood. I can be ignored, I can be destroyed.
Grief forgives what can never be forgiven.
I can live no longer by thinking.
...how many hours bring about the day, how many days will finish up the year, how many years a mortal man may live.
...and darkness be the burier of the dead.
Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
I will break and twist things within you. You can't conceive of the pain I can cause.
Then all you've waited for is a puppet. A soulless little doll.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand. Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Did I finally reach the limits of reason? And find the Devil waiting?
You cannot stop me, not with wine or vows or the weight of age. You cannot stop me, but still you try.
And as the sun, that had been too afraid to show its face in this city, started to turn the black into grey, I smiled.
They have tied me to a stake—I cannot fly. But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
I will grind your bones to dust. And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste.
Sometimes it's only madness that makes us what we are.
I will not become an executioner.
Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on, none of you are safe.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods—they kill us for their sport.
We die every day...a thousand times an hour.
Weep I cannot. But my heart bleeds.

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