Quotes from Alan Moore

Not thou alone, but all humanity doth in its progress fable emulate. Whence came thy rocket-ships and submarine if not from Nautilus, from Cavorite? Your trustiest companions since the cave, we apparitions guided mankind's tread, our planet, unseen counterpart to thine, as permanent, as ven'rable, as true. On dream's foundation matter's mudyards rest. Two sketching hands, each one the other draws: the fantasies thou've fashioned fashion thee.

Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say.

Bond believes we are his pawns. He thinks no-one observes his game. But I am No-One. I observe everything, and to play with Nemo is to play games with Destruction.

She wasn't anyone special. She wasn't that brave, that clever or that strong. She was just somebody that felt cramped by the confines of her life. She was just somebody who had to get out. And she did it! She went out past Vega, out past Moulquet and Lambard! She saw places that aren't even there anymore! And do you know what she said? Her most famous quotation? Anybody could have done it

Trust in the fictive process, in the occult interweaving of text and event must be unwavering and absolute. This is the magic place, the mad place at the spark gap between word and world.

Some things are hard to imagine. Can you conceive of excessive contentment, for example? Or an over pleasant evening? Too much happiness?

Are you like, a crazy person? I'm quite sure they will say so.

Quatermain (while climbing down): We are above an abyss such as satan's own, Miss Murray.Pray not to look down. Mina: And you, Sir, should not look up.You have me at a disadvantage and I trust you'll not misuse our situation.

I found it very difficult to feel easy around the guy, even once I'd got used to the shock of his presence. It's a strange feeling...the first time you meet him your brain wants to scream, blow a fuse and shut itself down immediately, refusing to accept that he exists. This lasts for a couple of minutes, at which time he's still there and hasn't gone away, and in the end you just accept him because he's standing there and talking to you and after a while it almost seems normal. Almost.

Things have their shape in time, not space alone. Some marble blocks have statues within them, embedded in their future.

Nothing meant anything that couldn't be turned instantly into its opposite by any competent spin-doctor or spoon-bender. History and language had become so flexible, wrenched back and forth to suit each new agenda, that it seemed as if they might just simply snap in half and leave us floundering in a sea of mad Creationist revisions and greengrocers' punctuation.

Maybe the world has run out of room for monsters... or maybe... they're just getting harder to recognize.

We do not do this thing because it is permitted. We do it because we have to. We do it because we are compelled.

Give me a platform of ideas and harmonies on which to gesture and unfurl my wings. Give me a place to stand.

There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses, right?

I hope that the world turns and that things get better. 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.

Crazed with helplessness, I cursed God and wept, wondering if He wept also. But then, what use are His tears, if His help was denied me?

Finally, faced with horrors both intolerable and unavoidable, I chose madness.

For to be human is not enough...when gods cry war amidst the thunder.

You piss off a bard, and forget about putting a curse on you, he might put a satire on you.

Three things, then. Escape, and finding work, and then explaining himself adequately. It was just those areas he had trouble with. Everything else, he was all right about.

Fiction and fact: only madmen and magistrates cannot discriminate between them.

That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

I've been dog rough, half blind and barking mad for years but you don't catch me going on about it.