Dominick «Dom» Cobb

You are waiting for a train. A train that will take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure. But it doesn't matter because you will be together.

Well, dreams, they feel real while we're in them, right? It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange.

What is the most resilient parasite?
A bacteria? A virus?
An intestinal worm?
An idea.
Resilient. Highly contagious.
Once an idea has taken hold of the brain, it's almost impossible to eradicate.
An idea that is fully formed, fully understood, that sticks.

An idea is like a virus. Resilient. Highly contagious. And the smallest seed of an idea can grow. It can grow to define... or destroy you.

You never really remember the beginning of a dream, do you? You always wind up right in the middle of what's going on.

No idea is simple when you need to plant it in somebody else's mind.

Never recreate from your memory. Always imagine new places.

Positive emotion trumps negative emotion every time. We all yearn for reconciliation, for catharsis.

— You draw from stuff you know, right?
— Only use details. A streetlamp or a phone booth. Never entire areas.
— Why not?
— Building a dream from your memor is the easiest way to lose your grasp on what's real and what is a dream.

— Once you have lost your tail. The man at the bar.
— That price on my head, was that dead or alive Don't remember.
— Let's see if he starts shooting.

Reality is not gonna be enough for her now.

I specialize in a very specific type of security. Subconscious security.

— Mr. Saito, we can train your subconscious to defend itself from even the most skilled extractor.
— How can you do that?
— Because I am the most skilled extractor.

— What do you feel?
— Guilt.
— I feel guilt, Mal. And no matter what I do, no matter how hopeless I am....no matter how confused, that guilt is always there...reminding me of the truth.

I need an architect who's as good as I was.

— Have you come to kill me? I am waiting for someone.
— Someone from a half-remembered dream.
— Cobb? Impossible. We were young men together. I am an old man.
— Filled with regret.
— Waiting to die alone.
— I have come back for you. To remind you of something. Something you once knew. That this world is not real.
— To convince me to honor our arrangement?
— To take a leap of faith, yes.
— Come back...so we can be young men together again.