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Laurie:Uh-huh. Ahuhuhuh... Jeez, y'know, that felt good. There don't seem to be that many laughs around these days. Dan: Well, what do you expect? The Comedian is dead.
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Alan Moore |
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1b2043d
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I did it thirty-five minutes ago.
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mastermind
ozymandias
plot
evil
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Alan Moore |
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233dc72
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In heaven's name be a man, sir! Your pitiful whining sickens me!
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Alan Moore |
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1104cd2
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It wasn't so much all the sex that robbed me of my moral bearings, but all the narcotics. I must say, there's something about opium that goes very well with lesbianism.
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sex
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Alan Moore |
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c7e7953
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Some things are hard to imagine. Can you conceive of excessive contentment, for example? Or an over pleasant evening? Too much happiness?
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happiness
pessimism
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Alan Moore |
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2da89c2
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The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V.
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Alan Moore |
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Okay. There it is. I dressed up. As an owl. And fought crime. Perhaps you begin to see why I half expect this summary of my career to raise more laughs than poor cuckolded Moe Vernon with his foam teats and his Wagner could ever hoped to have done.
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Alan Moore |
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0cd8941
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Invoke not reason. In the end it is too small a deity.
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Alan Moore |
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Not thou alone, but all humanity doth in its progress fable emulate. Whence came thy rocket-ships and submarine if not from Nautilus, from Cavorite? Your trustiest companions since the cave, we apparitions guided mankind's tread, our planet, unseen counterpart to thine, as permanent, as ven'rable, as true. On dream's foundation matter's mudyards rest. Two sketching hands, each one the other draws: the fantasies thou've fashioned fashion the..
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Alan Moore |
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Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say.
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Alan Moore |
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Bond believes we are his pawns. He thinks no-one observes his game. But I am No-One. I observe everything, and to play with Nemo is to play games with Destruction.
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Alan Moore |
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Above, great constellations wheeled to which our bonfire sparks ascended in their tiny mimicry
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Alan Moore |
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a69d660
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Star light, star bright, The first star I see tonight; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight.
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Alan Moore |
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Quatermain (while climbing down): We are above an abyss such as satan's own, Miss Murray.Pray not to look down. Mina: And you, Sir, should not look up.You have me at a disadvantage and I trust you'll not misuse our situation.
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Alan Moore |
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In the heart of darkness, a flower blossoms, enriching the shadows with its promise of hope... In the fields of light, an adder coils, and the radiant tranquility is lent savor by its sinister presence. Right and wrong, black and white, good and evil...all my existence I have looked from one to the other, fully embracing neither one...never before have I understood how much they depend on each other.
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Alan Moore |
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1bbc732
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Places don't stay where you left them. You go back there, anywhere, and even if it looks exactly how it did before, it's somewhere else.
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Alan Moore |
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I found it very difficult to feel easy around the guy, even once I'd got used to the shock of his presence. It's a strange feeling...the first time you meet him your brain wants to scream, blow a fuse and shut itself down immediately, refusing to accept that he exists. This lasts for a couple of minutes, at which time he's still there and hasn't gone away, and in the end you just accept him because he's standing there and talking to you and..
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Alan Moore |
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e12a195
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Without my face, nobody knows. Nobody knows who I am.
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Alan Moore |
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69edcc8
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Each day and every deed's eternal, little boy. Live them in such a way that you can bear to live with them eternally.
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Alan Moore |
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90ad531
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You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed. Why else would you dress up like a flying rat?
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humor
misfortune
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Alan Moore |
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6f0d9e4
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When it's done, only our enemies leave roses.
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Alan Moore |
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eae7200
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Trust in the fictive process, in the occult interweaving of text and event must be unwavering and absolute. This is the magic place, the mad place at the spark gap between word and world.
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writing
metafiction
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Alan Moore |
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8495cf1
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It's raining in Washington tonight. Plump, warm summer rain that covers the sidewalks with leopard spots. Downtown, elderly ladies carry their houseplants out to set them on the fire-escapes, as if they were infirm relatives or Boy Kings. I like that.
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Alan Moore |
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f65d7a0
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Fiction and fact: only madmen and magistrates cannot discriminate between them.
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Alan Moore |
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b6e9723
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Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all that we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free... An inch; it is small, and it is fragile, and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away; we must never let them take it from us.
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Alan Moore |
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Is it possible, I wonder, to study a bird so closely, to observe and catalogue its peculiarities in such minute detail, that it becomes invisible? Is it possible that while fastidiously calibrating the span of its wings or the length of its tarsus, we somehow lose sight of its poetry? That in our pedestrian descriptions of a marbled or vermiculated plumage we forfeit a glimpse of living canvases, cascades of carefully toned browns and golds..
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science
inspirational
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Alan Moore |
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There is some confusion as to what magic actually is. I think this can be cleared up if you just look at the very earliest descriptions of magic. Magic in its earliest form is often referred to as "the art". I believe this is completely literal. I believe that magic is art and that art, whether it be writing, music, sculpture, or any other form is literally magic. Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words, or images, to..
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Alan Moore |
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Alan Moore |
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fd34437
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For to be human is not enough...when gods cry war amidst the thunder.
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Alan Moore |
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The photograph is in my hand. It is the photograph of a man and a woman. They are at an amusement park, in 1959. In twelve seconds time, I drop the photograph to the sand at my feet, walking away. It's already lying there, twelve seconds into the future. Ten seconds now. The photograph is in my hand. I found it in a derelict bar at the gila flats test base, twenty-seven hours ago. It's still there, twenty-seven hours into the past, in its f..
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time
old
star
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Alan Moore |
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2758114
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Los simbolos tiene poder, Netley... Poder suficiente como para retorcerle el estomago incluso a alguien como tu... O como para relegar a la mitad de este planeta a la esclavitud.
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Alan Moore |
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She wasn't anyone special. She wasn't that brave, that clever or that strong. She was just somebody that felt cramped by the confines of her life. She was just somebody who had to get out. And she did it! She went out past Vega, out past Moulquet and Lambard! She saw places that aren't even there anymore! And do you know what she said? Her most famous quotation? "Anybody could have done it" --
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inspirational
science-fiction
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Alan Moore |
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3800fba
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Three things, then. Escape, and finding work, and then explaining himself adequately. It was just those areas he had trouble with. Everything else, he was all right about.
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Alan Moore |
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A choking dry-ice smog of disappointment, pooling in the drops and troughs of suddenly uncertain ground. Mudyards, wit here and there the smoking wrecks of ideologies, their wheels and radios gone. River of litter rustling in a swollen course below the sky's black drag and in the ditches mustard gas, a mulch of sodden colouring books, imploded television sets. These are the fretful margins of twentieth century, the boomtowns ragged edge, ou..
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Alan Moore |
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Oh, they said God was dead, all those beatniks and snooty-ass Frenchmen. Not me. I knew better. I said to them, "Wait, boys! Don't break cover yet awhile. He might be faking. I mean, they thought Saddam was dead. And the novel. And Glenn Close in that last scene of Fatal Attraction." That's what I said. But did they listen? Ohh no. They went right ahead and organized God's funeral. Well, don't count your chickens before they come home to ro..
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painted-doll
nietzsche
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Alan Moore |
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77e286e
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Never compromise. Not even in the face of Armageddon.
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Alan Moore |
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He saw the true face of the 20th century and chose to become a reflection, a parody of it. No one else saw the joke, that's why he was lonely. Heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up..
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Alan Moore |
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Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
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Alan Moore |
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Live knowing that you are already dust, long gone, already outside time and looking in, reviewing life, finally understanding every deja vu, your own guardian angel. Know that the scorched-black demons and the pristine, fluttering seraphs are in some sense naught but you yourself unpacked, unfolded in a higher space from whence the myriad gods unfurl, not bygone legends but your once and future selves, your attributes blossomed into their p..
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unity
illusion
nonduality
apocalypse
unity-of-all-people
divinity
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Alan Moore |
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0a79a17
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He confirmado que no existe diferencia entre todos los demas y yo! Basta con un mal dia para que el hombre mas cuerdo del mundo enloquezca. A esa distancia esta el mundo de mi. A un mal dia.
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locura
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Alan Moore |
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But the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become commonplace and we forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.
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Alan Moore |
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62337f6
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Professor Einstein says that time differs from place to place. Can you imagine? If time is not true, what purpose have watchmakers, hein?
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Alan Moore |
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KAPELA: Just look above you. Do you see? That is called the immense board of lights. And there is the Great Black and, strewn across it, small and surrounded and vulnerable and brave, there is the Great White. COMMUTER: Oh. Oh, yeah. Of course. Hah. You know, that's perfect. That's really perfect. And the Great White... I mean, there's so much more black. A-are we losing? KAPELA: No. Once there was only black. We are winning.
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Alan Moore |
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1478a8d
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The child had woken before she could ask whether this meant that pigeons were all human ghosts, forms that dead people had gone into and become, or whether they somehow existed simultaneously in Heaven, where dead people go, and up amongst the rafters of the derelict barn in the neighbour's yard at the same time.
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Alan Moore |