Quotes by Alan Moore

It is the oldest ironies that are still the most satisfying: man, when preparing for bloody war, will orate loudly and most eloquently in the name of peace.

My mother said I broke her heart...but it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but its all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us...but within that inch we are free.

Since mankinds 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. Weve seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.

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

Our masters have not heard the peoples voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

His sister, in a big turquoise Angora sweater, leaned upon the wood frame of the open nursery door, anxiously looking out to see if he was really going to show, beaming and waving like a pastel colored TV Muppet when she spotted him.

Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of historys fingers, down it goes.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

Evening work is economical. Power comes most cheaply by night.

Look at him now, poor fellow. Thats what a dose of reality does for you...Never touch the stuff myself, you understand. Find it gets in the way of the hallucinations.

Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.

I still cant believe it . . . him comin here everyday, nobody realizin. Still, thats life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.

Sexually progressive cultures gave us literature, philosophy, civilization and the rest, while sexually restrictive cultures gave us the Dark Ages and the Holocaust.

It wasnt so much all the sex that robbed me of my moral bearings, but all the narcotics. I must say, theres something about opium that goes very well with lesbianism.

In an era of stress and anxiety, when the present seems unstable and the future unlikely, the natural response is to retreat and withdraw from reality, taking recourse either in fantasies of the future or in modified visions of a half-imagines past

Im 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.

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 mankinds tread, our planet, unseen counterpart to thine, as permanent, as venrable, as true. On dreams foundation matters mudyards rest. Two sketching hands, each one the other draws: the fantasies thouve fashioned fashion thee.

My thoughts about pornography tend to revolve around the fact that while very few of us are zombies, detectives, cowboys, or spacemen, there are an infinite number of books that are recounting the stories of those lifestyles. However, all of us have some sort of feelings or opinions about sex. And yet the only art form which in any way is able to discuss sex, or depict sex, is this grubby despised under the counter art form, which has absolutely no standards. This was what Lost Girls was intended as a remedy for, that there is no reason why a horny piece of literature, that is purely about sex, could not be as beautiful, as meaningful, and have as absorbing characters as any other piece of fiction.

The disciplines of physical exercise, meditation and study arent terribly esoteric. The means to attain a capability far beyond that of the so-called ordinary person are within the reach of everyone, if their desire and their will are strong enough. I have studied science, art, religion and a hundred different philosophies. Anyone could do as much. By applying what you learn and ordering your thoughts in an intelligent manner it is possible to accomplish almost anything. Possible for an ordinary person. Theres a notion Id like to see buried: the ordinary person. Ridiculous. There is no ordinary person.

Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought is a ghost, dancing.