It was Kovacs who said "Mother" then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacs who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
“Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves; go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
“You see, Doctor, God didn't kill that little girl. Fate didn't butcher her and destiny didn't feed her to those dogs. If… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
I sat on the bed. I looked at the Rorschach blot. I tried to make it look like a spreading tree, shadows… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
Rorschach: Used to come here often, back when we were partners. Dreiberg: Oh. Uh, yeah... yeah, those were great times, Rorschach. Great… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
I think that storytelling and creation are very close to what the center of what magic is about. I think not just for me,… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
To some degree Satanism is purely a kind of disease of Christianity. You've got to really be Christian to believe in Satan. — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
There has been a rather unpleasant sensibility apparent in Frank Miller's work for quite a long time. — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
“Come, dry your eyes, for you are LIFE, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
If you look at that incredible burst of fantastic characters that emerged in the late 19th century/early 20th century, you can see so many… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
In many ways, my entire graphic novel career was a long diversion. Originally, all I wanted to do was to be an underground cartoonist… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
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… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
Magic is a state of mind. It is often portrayed as very black and gothic, and that is because certain practitioners played that up… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
“Above, great constellations wheeled to which our bonfire sparks ascended in their tiny mimicry” — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
