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. 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.

…a cynic who was still saddened whenever his jaundiced view of mankind was confirmed...

The Poet makes himself a seer through a long, vast and painstaking derangement of all the senses

The shallow end of hope is usually the deep end of grace.

This great misfortune, to be incapable of solitude.

After I'd been a lawyer for about five or six years, I started playing around with fiction.

Every vice makes its guilt the more conspicuous in proportion to the rank of the offender. [Lat., Omne animi vitium tanto conspectius in se Crimen habet, quanto major qui peccat habetur.]

I'm often a firm believer in "the simpler the better" approach and it's evident in my guitar setup.

It could never be a correct justification that, because the whites oppressed us yesterday when they had power, that the blacks must oppress them today because they have power.

People want to work with a person, not for a company.

Your tendency to be inward-directed or outward-directed is huge; it governs every part of the way you live and work and love.