Alan Moore Quotes (92 Quotes)

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.

Since mankind's dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We've seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.

As I come to understand Vietnam and what it implies about the human condition, I also realize that few humans will permit themselves such an understanding.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.

But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.

The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin.

As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

We are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.

Equality and freedom are not luxuries to lightly cast aside. Without them, order cannot long endure before approaching depths beyond imagining.

The past can't hurt you anymore, not unless you let it.

Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.

We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.

Everybody has their story to tell.

The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.

We have laboured long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.

Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villian, everybody.

There are no coincidences, Delia... only the illusion of coincidence.

I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.

Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.

Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.

There is a face beneath this mask, but it isn't me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it, or the bones beneath that.

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

Please! Don't all leave. Somebody has to do it, don't you see? Somebody has to save the world...

We're all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography.

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? - Who watches the watchmen?

Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there…a clock without a craftsman.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

While a truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.

I live my life free of compromise, and step into the shadows without complaint or regret.

Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it's seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It's taken me a long time to realize that.

Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.

I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.

Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.

I sat on the bed. I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to make it look like a spreading tree, shadows pooled beneath it, but it didn't. It looked more like a dead cat I once found, the fat, glistening grubs writhing blindly, squirming over each other, frantically tunneling away from the light. But even that isn't the real horror. The horror is this: in the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness.

The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty

I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.

The Rudderless World is not shaped by vague metaphysical Forces. It is not God who kills the Children. Not Fate that butchers them or Destiny that feeds them to the Dogs. ... It´s us. Only us.

Knowledge, like air, is vital to life. Like air, no one should be denied it.