I suppose all fictional characters, especially in adventure or heroic fiction, at the end of the day are our dreams about ourselves. And sometimes they can be really revealing.

No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise.

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

Remember, remember the fifth of November of gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gun powder treason should ever be forgot.

It was Kovacs who said "Mother" then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacs who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened them again.

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness

Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.

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

People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.

If you're functional, it doesn't matter if you're mad.

Have patience with everything unresolved in you heart and try to love the questions themselves. It is possible to live and not know.

I need you here with me we look for our love but we dont find it im searching and searching, I really need you here with me boy were going Round-and Round!

From the moment I saw you, I wanted you in my dreams

I adore children. If I weren't an actor, I would be a teacher or work with small children in some way. I feel happy in their company.

We are trying to construct a more inclusive society. We are going to make a country in which no one is left out.

We forfeit the right to worship God as long as we continue to humiliate negroes. ... The hour calls for moral grandeur and spiritual audacity.

My shadow in my art is one way I trace who I was and where I have been. My shadow and I have been on a journey for quite a while now!

I like a lot of west coast stuff like Aerial Pink.

To cut 1930s jobless, FDR taxed corps and rich. Govt used money to hire many millions. Worked then; would now again. Why no debate on that?

I don't belong. Not here. Not now. I have to get back there. The bet was rigged, he made me believe. Now there's darkness in my soul. I want to die . . . again. But I choose to come back, why?