When I first came to work here, I saw you as a man who chose the stars. And after all this time, I've come to wonder, have you been seeking or running? Am I being too personal?
The problem isn't time — it's you. You always talk about love as if you ever took it seriously. And you know the only things you’ve ever put out there to break were your bones, and the only thing you ever risked losing was your life.
Jean-Luc Picard (giving an address at Starfleet Academy): We often refer to space as the final frontier. But the older I get, the more I come to believe that the true final frontier is time. In command, as in life, what we do in crisis often weighs upon us less heavily than what we wish we had done, what could have been. Time offers many opportunities, but it rarely offers second chances. And as steps forward go I would like to acknowledge your classmate the first fully Romulan cadet at Starfleet Academy: Elnor. May you all go boldly into a future freed from the shackles of the past. I stand before you the last Picard. My ancestor captained the second ship, behind Jacques Cartier. A great-great cousin Renee Picard was instrumental in early exploration of this solar system. Yet I choose to leave you with the words of my mother, who was no explorer at all. When I was a boy she would point to the night sky and say, "Look up, Jean-Luc, and let's see what's out there".
Well, the chase is cut, Picard! The chase is bleeding! The chase is dying in your arms, and I am but a suture in the wound. [Q backs away from Picard, appearing confused as to what he had just said]
And I've had enough of your obstinance, your stubbornness, your insistence on changing in all ways but the one that matters. This is not a lesson. It's a penance.
Do you like the skies here? In your history, humanity discovered a way to spare the planet they were in the process of murdering. Here they just... keep the corpse on life-support.
"I would never." Such moral convictions are the luxury of the victors. Come. "Through A Mirror, Darkly". And here, the man who holds the glass is darker still. Let me show you!
Now, you're welcome to remain here in the body of a madman, in the world of a madman, to attempt, like Macbeth, to wash the blood from your hands. But I assure you, Jean-Luc... it's un-washable. Or...
Calculating... 2024. That is the when. Where is the where? Calculating... Earth. The change in the timeline originates there. In Los Angeles. Calculating... There is someone there to help. A watcher. Seek the watcher.
[Noticing his controls going haywire] Whoa... [The La Sirena fires torpedoes at two Confederation ships, destroying them] What the... [Rois looks again at the controls] Admiral? [Picard looks at Rios] I'm no longer in command of this ship.
I suppose even higher cybernetic life forms can get sloppy with where they leave secrets lying around. But there's more, isn't there? "When" it happened. I can alm... I can almost feel it. [The Borg Queen glares at Agnes] It'll come to me.