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.

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.

The journey from teaching about love to allowing myself to be loved proved much longer than I realised.

Don't let people see when you're mad - just smile and laugh.

If some men are entitled by right to the products of the work of others, it means that those others are deprived of rights and condemned to slave labor.

He's got a thing for Alex Riley.

Singing really is acting. In a lot of ways, it's much more personal. I love music, and being able to work on that is amazing.

Footballers can be like artists when the mind and body are working as one. It is what Miles Davis does when he plays free jazz - everything pulls together into one intense moment that is beautiful.

Love is short, forgetting is long, and understanding longer still.

Some people can carry a tune, but they seem to stagger under the load.

Let thy hope of heaven master thy fear of death. Why shouldst thou be afraid to die, who hopest to live by dying!