Quotes from Alan Moore

Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.

Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This 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.

In our narratives we may signify without constraint.

We aren't contractually tied down to rationality! There is no sanity clause! So when you find yourself locked onto an unpleasant train of thought, heading for the places in your past where the screaming is unbearable, remember there's always madness. Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. You can lock them away… Forever.

Ayr?ca köle rolü için yerli halktan bir sürü siyahi insan? iÅŸe alm??lar. Bural? olmayanlar?n o tad? vermediÄŸini düÅŸünmüÅŸler. Yani zaman?nda özgürlüÄŸüne kavuÅŸan kölelerin torunlar? ÅŸimdi tekrar köle olarak güzel para kazan?yor. Güler misin aÄŸlar m?s?n?

I tried to imagine what it would feel like... to be sixteen years old and the most powerful creature on the face of the planet... and to be answerable to no-one. You could do anything, John. You'd never need to turn back to dull, weak, human Johnny Bates ever again... [y]ou could sever all your links with humanity. You could become remorseless, unstoppable... and totally corrupt.

Ladies and gentleman! You've read about it in the newspapers! Now, shudder as you observe, before your very eyes, that most rare and tragic of nature's mistakes! I give you...the average man!!

We are heading for a radical revision where you could say we are heading towards the end of the world, but more in the R.E.M. sense than the revelation sense. That is what apocalypse means - revelation.

somewhere without all the bad dreams trapped like astral rising damp in the foundations.

Son pocos los individuos a quienes la musa les envía ideas brillantes envueltas para regalo. Los demás nos lo tenemos que currar.

The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout save us!... ...and I'll look down and whisper no.

Je crois que la magie est de l'art, et que l'art est littéralement de la magie. L'art, comme la magie, consiste à manipuler les symboles, les mots ou les images pour produire des changements dans la conscience.

As he remembered Alma pointing out during their meeting of the previous year, it wasn't that he might have gone insane that was the prime cause for concern, but rather the alarming possibility that he might not have done.

Come...Dry your eyes, for you are life, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly.

failing to prevent earth's salvation is your only triumph...and yet that failure overshadows every past success!

The wages of sin are death, but the hours are good and the perks are fantastic.

During the years we were together we fought the strangest villains of all time...villains like the Firebug and Young Nastyman...don't say a word...and the most troublesome of the lot, the freakish dwarf genius called Doctor Gargunza...

I know every inch of this cell. This cell knows every inch of me. Except one.

I guess it's what you'd call a metaphor: atomic energy has made America into a superpower, so maybe it could do the same for individual citizens – that's basically the point we're hoping you can get across for us.

Everyone went away. Everything vanished. People, places, turned to painful shadows of their former selves and then were put to sleep, just like the Boroughs had been.

If the audience knew what they wanted then they wouldn't be the audience, they would be the artist.

The fascinating and eccentric concept of Arcturan "back-rays", beams of special light that strive to reunite with their own source, is propped up by the observation that there must be light that pulls as well as light that pushes, or else "how would flowers contrive to twist their heads round after the sun?

Robert Black: ...looking forward to it. Sounds like his writings have taught you a lot... Randall Carver: ...Yes. Dunsany's work teaches subtlety, concealing momentous events in otherwise quiet passages.