Alan Moore Quotes

American love — like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

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

One of the advantages of travelling the world is that you get to know the world broadly. And one of the advantages of staying in one place is that you get to know the world deeply.

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.

Madness is the emergency exit. You can just step outside, and close the door on all those dreadful things that happened. Forever.

Yes, of course, the whole idea is utterly inane, but to let its predictable inanities blind you to its truly fabulous and breathtaking aspects is to do both oneself and the genre a disservice.

In the human mind, the number of possible connections that can be made between neurons greatly exceeds the number of atoms in the universe.

Now everything is wonderful and hazardous and nothing's hypothetical.

This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

They say that life's a game, & then they take the board away.

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

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

All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.

Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate.

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.

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.

London has been used as the emblematic English city, but it's far from representative of what life in England is actually about.

A lot of the critique of our growing mechanization was actually at its strongest, and arguably at its most perceptive, during the late '60s.

All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin.

With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.

Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.

The more I look at most of the art movements, it's all occultism, when you get down to it. The Surrealists were openly talking about being magicians.

The past can't hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that's not the real you. That's not who you are inside.

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.

Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?

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.

Language comes first. It's not that language grows out of consciousness, if you haven't got language, you can't be conscious.

Don't leave home without your sword - your intellect.

The 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.

If I have to have a past, then I prefer it to be multiple choice.

Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?

I love the smell of paper in the morning; it smells like victory.

We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.

I didn't put you in a prison, Evey. I just showed you the bars.

There are two worlds we live in: a material world, bound by the laws of physics, and the world inside our mind, which is just as important.

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.

The world's a stage, & everything else is Vaudeville.

There is an inverse relationship between imagination and money.

I think that the Occupy movement is, in one sense, the public saying that they should be the ones to decide who's too big to fail.

I live my life free of compromise, and step into the shadows without complaint or regret.

I don't think there's really any difference between art - or writing, or music - and magic. And I particularly draw the link between magic and writing. I think that they are profoundly connected.

If we can come up with all sorts of imaginative ways in which people die, then I really don't see what the problem is with coming up with imaginative ways in which people can procreate.

I was kind of a selfish child, who always wanted things his way, and I've kind of taken that over into my relationship with the world.

I've never watched any of the adaptations of my books. I've never wanted to, and there's absolutely no chance of me doing so in the future.

It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.

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.

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

My dear, beautiful and imaginative things can be destroyed. Beauty and imagination cannot.