Quotes by Alan Moore

The only reality we can ever truly know is that of our perceptions, our own consciousness, while that consciousness, and thus our entire reality, is made of nothing but signs and symbols. Nothing but language.Even God requires language before conceiving the Universe. See Genesis: “In the beginning was the Word.

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

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! YOUVE READ ABOUT IT IN THE NEWSPAPERS! NOW, SHUDDER AS YOU OBSERVE, BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES, THAT MOST RAREAND RAGIC OF NATURES MIS

Peoples lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they cant talk about them.

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.

And its only symbolism puts magic and meaning into anything. You of all people should know that. We can make love amongst the gods, or we can screw on a dirty mattress. Its our choice.

If we loved Steve Aylett, really loved him in the way that he deserves, a selfless love that genuinely wanted nothing save his happiness and comfort, wed lobotomise him.

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

Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all

I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

And Im thinking about the old man. Hell be pounding on the glass right about now... or maybe not now. Maybe in a while. But hell be pounding and... will there be blood? I like to imagine so. Yes, I rather think there will be blood. Lots of blood. Blood in extraordinary quantities.

...She wasnt anyone special. She wasnt 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 arent even there anymore! And do you know what she said? Her most famous quotation? Anybody could have done it

Language comes first. Its not that language grows out of consciousness, if you havent got language, you cant be conscious.

The things that are most popular are usually rubbish, stand up for what’s important, not popular.

To my mind, this embracing of what were unambiguously childrens characters at their mid-20th century inception seems to indicate a retreat from the admittedly overwhelming complexities of modern existence. It looks to me very much like a significant section of the public, having given up on attempting to understand the reality they are actually living in, have instead reasoned that they might at least be able to comprehend the sprawling, meaningless, but at-least-still-finite universes presented by DC or Marvel Comics. I would also observe that it is, potentially, culturally catastrophic to have the ephemera of a previous century squatting possessively on the cultural stage and refusing to allow this surely unprecedented era to develop a culture of its own, relevant and sufficient to its times.

How can two people hate so much without knowing each other?

I dont consider myself as a bad person, on the whole I consider myself a good person, Im good to my parents. I treat my girl right ,,, take her out and buy her stuff. And I go to church every Sunday, But Ive decided that just once I wanna do a really bad thing. I mean a really seriously bad thing. cause, ya know, like, were put on this earth with free will. We can choose to do this or that. We can choose to be good or bad. But sometimes I think most people are good and not bad only because theyre scared they might go to jail or hell or someplace. Some guy once said: Anything done out of fear has no moral value Well, I think thats right. I figure the only way you can be truly good is if youve tried been good, and youve tried being good, and youve tried being bad, and being good feels better.

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities, Evey, for silence is a fragile thing, one loud noise, and its gone. But the people are so cowed and disorganised. A few might take the opportunity to protest, but itll just be a voice crying in the wilderness. Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the peoples voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

I am but a stranger ... as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it; and that, given luck, sometimes we find one to walk besides us ... at least for a little way.