There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.
Please, don’t go. It’s lonely. There’s a hole in my head as big as the world and it’s so very lonely...
Roses are red Violets are blue Everything’s possible Nothing is true.
Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate.
I didn’t put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.
Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
Please! Don’t all leave. Somebody has to do it, don’t you see? Somebody has to save the world...
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.
I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.
With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.
This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.
I have so very much. I have so very little.
It was Kovacs who said “Mother” then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacs who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened them again.
I am watching the stars, admiring their complex trajectories through space and time. I am trying to give a name to the force that set them in motion.
While a truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.
No one will ever forget that night, and what it meant for this country. But I will never forget the man and what he meant to me.
It wasn’t so much all the sex that robbed me of my moral bearings, but all the narcotics. I must say, there’s something about opium that goes very well with lesbianism.
Ideas are bulletproof.
There is no substitute for practical experience, and if you want to write about people you ought to put down that comic book and go out and meet some of them rather than studying the way that Stan Lee or Chris Claremont depict people.
The magician to some degree is trying to drive him or herself mad in a controlled setting, within controlled laws.