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f2eb217
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There, did you think to kill me? There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof. Farewell.
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independence
idea
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Alan Moore |
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56db864
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Who imprisoned me here? Who keeps me here? Who can release me? Who's controlling and constraining my life except...me?
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Alan Moore |
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d1b7d5e
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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.
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life
mastermind
ozymandias
plot
evil
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Alan Moore |
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030d391
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The world's a stage, & everything else is Vaudeville.
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Alan Moore |
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b00b844
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American love -- like coke in green glass bottles...they don't make it anymore.
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Alan Moore |
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64f54d5
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Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.
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Alan Moore |
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ebff67c
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I'm the king of the 20th century. I'm the boogeyman, the villian, the black sheep of the family.
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Alan Moore |
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819739b
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IF YOU INSIDE, GET AND IF LIFE SHOULD TREAT YOU BAD... DON'T GET GET
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Alan Moore |
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cd51deb
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The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'SAVE US!'...and I'll look down and whisper 'No.
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Alan Moore |
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0c0744d
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There is no coincidence. Only the illusion of coincidence.
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Alan Moore |
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fd8d521
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I love you, but why must you love the law? 'Tis plain for all to see that she's a whore...that virtuous persons have no need to woo; that villains screw, then studiously ignore.
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Alan Moore |
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7685fb5
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While a truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.
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Alan Moore |
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440e370
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Swamp Thing, in Hell: "Demon...How...could God...allow such a place? Etrigan: Think you God built this place, wishing man ill and not lusts uncontrolled or swords unsheathed? Not God, my friend. The truth's more hideous still: These halls were carved by men while yet they breathed. God is no parent or policeman grim dispensing treats or punishments to all.
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theology
hell
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Alan Moore |
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63d36af
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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.
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memories
future
past
silk-spectre
watchmen
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Alan Moore |
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9273b63
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Please don't worry. It's a psychological complaint, common amongst ex-librarians. You see, she thinks she's a coffee table edition...
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Alan Moore |
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7dbc002
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Nothing is insoluble. Nothing is hopeless. Not while there's life.
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Alan Moore |
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2fe0917
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I am but a stranger ... as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it; and that, given luck, sometimes we find one to walk besides us ... at least for a little way.
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phantom-stranger
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Alan Moore |
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c3b3151
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Quis custodiet ipsos custodes? - Who watches the watchmen?
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speculative
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Alan Moore |
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b377248
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Noise is relative to the silence preceeding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the peoples voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.
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Alan Moore |
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eb20c37
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This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?
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Alan Moore |
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f1f73c5
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With science, ideas can germinate within a bed of theory, form, and practice that assists their growth... But we as gardeners, must beware... for some seeds are the seeds of ruin... and the most iridescent blooms are often the most dangerous
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Alan Moore |
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28e77f6
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Good evening, London. I would introduce myself, but truth to tell, I do not have a name. You can call me "V". Since mankind's dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We've seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse. In anarchy, there is another way. With an..
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Alan Moore |
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2b70089
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Roses are red Violets are blue Everything's possible Nothing is true.
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Alan Moore |
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10a3a4f
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They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be...too late.
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watchmen
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Alan Moore |
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6cc3a55
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What does fighting crime mean, exactly? Does it mean upholding the law when a woman shoplifts to feed her children, or does it mean struggling to uncover the ones who, quite legally, have brought about her poverty?
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Alan Moore |
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e433a3b
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Through my blue fingers, pink grains are falling, haphazard, random, a disorganized stream of silicone that seems pregnant with the possibility of every conceivable shape... But this is illusion. Things have their shape in time, not space alone. Some marble blocks have statues within them, embedded in their future.
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inspirational
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Alan Moore |
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940d32d
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Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
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Alan Moore |
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a3f9722
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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 God saw what any of us did that night he didn't seem to mind. From then on I knew... God doesn't make the world this way. We do.
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Alan Moore |
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6938db3
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My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you?
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the-joker
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Alan Moore |
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2d8e859
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Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.
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Alan Moore |
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5567344
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Though recognition's been delayed by its circuitous construction, now the pattern, long concealed, emerges into view. Is it not fine? Is it not simple, and elegant, and severe? How strange, after the long exacting toil of preparation, it takes only the slightest effort and less thought to send this brief, elaborate amusement on its breathless, hurtling race. The merest touch, no more, and everything falls into place. The pieces can't percei..
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Alan Moore |
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21abe27
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We are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.
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Alan Moore |
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5f88fc2
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The one place Gods inarguably exist is in our minds where they are real beyond refute, in all their grandeur and monstrosity.
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Alan Moore |
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a8449f4
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Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day--while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives.
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dr-manhatan
realization
tired
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Alan Moore |
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55893b6
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I shall tell you where we are. We're in the most extreme and utter region of the human mind. A dim, subconscious underworld. A radiant abyss where men meet themselves. Hell, Netley. We're in Hell.
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Alan Moore |
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1b0e2ac
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If light is outlawed, then only outlaws will be able to see where they're going.
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Alan Moore |
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833383b
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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.
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Alan Moore |
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9a1dad6
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I'm disappointed in you, Adrian. I'm very disappointed. Reassembling myself was the first trick I learned. It didn't kill Osterman. Did you really think it would kill me? I have walked across the surface of the sun. I have witnessed events so tiny and so fast, they could hardly be said to have occurred at all. But you, Adrian, you're just a man. The world's smartest man poses no more threat to me than does its smartest termite.
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Alan Moore |
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4a6b10c
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Me? I'm the king of the twentieth century. I'm the bogeyman. The villain...The black sheep of the family.
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Alan Moore |
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b198551
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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.
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Alan Moore |
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1bb3a20
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Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought is a ghost, dancing.
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imagination
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Alan Moore |
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64ecfed
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They say we have we created the man to end all wars; I say we have created a man to end all worlds.
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Alan Moore |
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1c92a37
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Does the human heart know chasms so abysmal?
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human
heart
dr-manhatan
watchmen
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Alan Moore |
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a8e9c94
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The only reality we can ever truly know is that of our perceptions, our own consciousness, while that consciousness, and thus our entire reality, is made of nothing but signs and symbols. Nothing but language. Even God requires language before conceiving the Universe. See Genesis: "In the beginning was the Word."
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imagination
language
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Alan Moore |