Citations de Alan Moore

Rorschach. Wait.

Never compromise. Not even in the face of armageddon. That's always been the difference between us, Daniel.

...

Out of my way, people have to be told.

You know I can't let you do that.

Suddenly, you discover humanity? Convenient. If you'd cared from the start, none of this would have happened.

I can change almost anything, but I can't change human nature.

Of course, you must protect Veidt's new utopia. What's one more body amongst foundations?
Well, what are you waiting for? Do it.

Par: Alan Moore

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 accross the surface of the Sun. I have witnessed events so tiny and so fast they can 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.

Par: Alan Moore

Will you smile if I admit I was wrong?

About what?

Miracles: events with astronomical odds of occurring, like oxygen turning into gold.
I've longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation until, finally, your mother loves a man. Edward Blake, the Comedian, a man she has every reason to hate, and out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it's you... only... you, that emerged.
To distill so specific a form from all that chaos is like turning air into gold: a miracle.
And so ... I was wrong.

Par: Alan Moore

Can't you just tell me how this ends and save us the trouble?

It ends with you in tears.

Tears? So you don't come back to Earth.

At some point, yes. The streets are filled with death.

Jon, please. You have to stop this. Everyone will die.

And the universe will not even notice. In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon. Just look around you: Mars gets along perfectly well without so much as a microorganism. Here, it's a constantly changing topographical map, flowing and shifting around the pole in ripples 10000 years wide.
So tell me, how would all of this be greatly improved by an oil pipeline? By a shopping mall?

So, it's too much to ask for a miracle?

Miracles, by their definition, are meaningless. Only what can happen does happen.

Par: Alan Moore

I live my life free of compromise and step into the shadow without complaint or regret.

Par: Alan Moore

Look, I don't wanna fight. I'm sorry I slept with Dan.

You slept with Dan?

You just said that you already knew about that.

I said, often, that you were my only remaining link to humanity. Why would I save a world I no longer have any stake in?

Then do it for me. If you really care.

When you left me, I left earth. Does that not show you that I care?

Par: Alan Moore

Why even argue about it if you already know how this is gonna end?

I have no choice. Everything is preordained, even my responses.

And you're just going through the motions. The most powerful thing in the universe is still just a puppet.

We are all puppets, Laurie. I'm just a puppet who can see the strings.

Par: Alan Moore

We need to hit up underworld contacts, squeeze people.

Sure, why don't we just pick names out of a phone book?

You forgot how we do things, Daniel. You've gone too soft. Too trusting. Especially with women.

Okay, no. Listen, I've had it with that. God, who do you think you are, Rorschach? You live off people while insulting them and no one complains because they think you're a goddamn lunatic.
...I'm sorry. I... I shouldn't have said that, man.

Daniel... You are a good friend. I know it can be difficult with me sometimes.

Par: Alan Moore

Now you find out what the score is!

One - nothing. Come and get me.

Hurry, Lloyd. I wanna smell this son of a bitch cooking.

...

Never disposed of sewage with a toilet before. Obvious, really.
Two - nothing. Your move.

Par: Alan Moore

He's dead Rorschach. While everyone's distracted, we thought we'd bring you a housewarming gift. Something from the machine shop.
Hey boss, you notice? None of that « small world, tall order » crap. He knows once we slice open his lock, he's next on the block.

Fat chance.

You're dead, Rorschach! We got a prison full of killers out there. What do you got?

Your hands, my pleasure.

Par: Alan Moore

None of you seem to understand: I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me!

Par: Alan Moore

Tremors of impact shook my arm. Warm blood splashed my face. Whatever was left of Walter Kovacs died that night with that little girl.
From then on, there was only Rorschach.

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.

Par: Alan Moore

Tell me about Rorschach. Will you do that, Walter?

You keep calling me Walter. I don't like you.

You don't like me. All right, why is that, exactly?

You're fat. Wealthy. Liberal sensibilities. What you call compassion. Wanting to protect and understand the guilty. This rotting society, what it calls rehabilitation. Nothing short of compromise.

Par: Alan Moore

The alley was cold, deserted. my things were where I left them, waiting for me: my coat, my shoes, my spotless gloves. My face.
Putting them on, I abandoned my disguise, became myself. Free from fear or weakness, or lust.
Down alley. Heard woman scream. First bubbling note of city's evening chorus. Attempted rape. Mugging. Both.
The man turned and there was something rewarding in his eyes. Sometimes the night is generous to me.

Par: Alan Moore

Soon there will be war. Millions will perish in sickness and misery. Why does one death matter against so many?
Because there is good and evil, and evil must be punished.
Even in the face of armageddon, I will not compromise in this.

Par: Alan Moore

Nobody knows who you are. You can give it up, try and have a normal life.

That what you have now? A normal life?
When you walk down the street in a city dying of rabies, past the human coakroaches talking about their heroin and child pornography, do you really feel normal?

Least I'm not the one still hiding behind a mask.

No. You're hiding in plain sight.

Par: Alan Moore

Dog carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst stomach.

This city's afraid of me.

I've seen its true face. 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 around their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout: « Save us! »

And I'll whisper: « No. »

Par: Alan Moore

Who was he ?

He was Edmond Dantes... and he was my father... and my mother. My brother. My friend. He was you... and me. He was all of us.

Par: Alan Moore

V! Oh God, we have to stop your bleeding.

Please, don't. I'm finished and glad of it.

Don't say that.

I told you, only truth. For 20 years, I sought only this day. Nothing else existed ... until I saw you. Then everything changed. I fell in love with you, Evey... Like I no longer believed I could.
That's the most beautiful thing you could have ever given me.

Par: Alan Moore

Die! Die! Why won't you die?

Beneath this mask there is more than flesh, beneath this mask there is an idea, mr Creedy. And ideas are bulletproof.

Par: Alan Moore

You won't cry like him, will you? You're not afraid of death. you're like me.

The only thing you and I have in common, mr Creedy, is we're both about to die.

How do you imagine that's gonna happen?

With my hands around your neck.

Bollocks. What are you gonna do, huh? We've swept this place, you got nothing, nothing but your bloody knives and your fancy karate gimmicks. We have guns.

No, you have bullets and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer standing, because if I am you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.

Par: Alan Moore

Where are you going?

The time has come for me to meet my maker and to repay him in kind for all that he's done.

V, wait! Please, you don't have to do this. You could let it go. We could leave here together.

No, you were right about what I am. I have no tree waiting for me. All I want, all I deserve is at the end of that tunnel.

Par: Alan Moore

No, no more tricks, no more lies. Only truth. And the truth is, you made me understand that I was wrong, that the choice to pull this lever is not mine to make.

Why?

Because this world, the world that I'm a part of and that I helped shape, will end tonight. And tomorrow a different world will begin that different people will shape, and this choice belongs to them.

Par: Alan Moore

So do you know what's gonna happen?

No. It was a feeling. But I can guess:
With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.
And then Sutler will be forced to do the only thing he knows how to do. At which point, all V needs to do is keep his word. And then...

Par: Alan Moore

Imagine a virus, the most terrifying virus you can and then imagine that you, and you alone, have the cure.
But if your ultimate goal is power, how best to use such a weapon?
Well, it's at this point in our story that along comes a spider. He's a man seemingly without a conscience for whom the ends always justify the means. He suggests that their target should not be an enemy of the country but rather, the country itself.

Par: Alan Moore

Mr dascomb, what we need right now is a clear message to the people of this country. This message must be read in every newspaper, heard on every radio, seen on every television. This message must resound throughout the entire InterLink!

I want this country to realize that we stand on the edge of oblivion. I want every man, woman and child to understand how close we are to chaos. I want everyone to remember why they need us !!

Par: Alan Moore

And that's what this is all about: you're getting back at them for what they did to her ... and to you.

What was done to me created me: it's a basic principle of the universe that every action will create an equal and opposing reaction.

Is that how you see it? Like an equation?

What was done to me was monstruous!!

And they created a monster.

Par: Alan Moore

Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it.

They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you. They put you in a cell and took everything they could take, except your life. And you believe that was all there was, didn't you?
The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn't. You found something else. In that cell, you found something that mattered more to you than life. When they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted, you told them you'd rather die.

You faced your death, Evey. You were calm, you were still. Try to feel now what you felt then.

Par: Alan Moore

Fortunately, I got to you before they did.

You got to me? You did this to me? You cut my hair? You tortured me? You tortured me! Why?

You said you wanted to live without fear. I wish there'd been an easier way, but there wasn't.

Oh my God.

I know you may never forgive me, but nor will you understand how hard it was for me to do what I did. every day, I saw in myself everything you see in me now. Everyday I wanted to end it. But each time you refused to give in, I knew I couldn't.

You're sick! You're evil!!

You could have ended it. you could have given in, but you didn't. Why?

Leave me alone! I hate you!!

That's it! See, at first, I thought it was hate too. Hate was all I knew, it built my world, imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all the hate in my veins. But then something happenend. It happened to me just as it happened to you.

Par: Alan Moore

It's time.

I'm ready.

Look, all they want is one little piece of information. Just give them something, anything.

Thank you, but I'd rather die behind the chemical sheds.

Then you have no fear anymore. You're completely free.

Par: Alan Moore

They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me.

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.

I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch ... but one. 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.
I hope that, whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you or kiss you ... I love you, with all my heart. I love you.

Valerie.

Par: Alan Moore

I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like « collateral » and « rendition » became frightening, while things like « Norsefire » and the « Articles of Allegiance » became powerful.
I remember how « different » became dangerous. I still don't understand it why they hate us so much.

Par: Alan Moore

Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch, we are free.

Par: Alan Moore

So, what is it, chief? What's going on?

The question I want to ask is about St Mary's and Three Waters. The question that's kept me up for the last 24 hours, the question I have to ask, is:
What if the worst, the most terrifying biological attack in this country's history was not the work of religious extremists?

Well, I don't understand. We know it was. They were caught. They confessed.

And they were executed. I know. And maybe that's really what happened. But I see this chain of events, these coincidences, and I have to ask: What if that isn't what happened? What if someone else unleashed that virus? What if someone else killed all those people? Would you really wanna know who it was?

Sure.

Even if it was someone working for this government? That's my question: If our own government was responsible for what happened at St Mary's and Three Waters, if our own government was responsible for the deaths of almost 100000 people, would you really wanna know?

Par: Alan Moore

There are no coincidences, Delia, only the illusion of coincidence. I have another rose, and this one is for you.

You're going to kill me now?

I killed you 10 minutes ago, while you slept.

Is there any pain?

No.

Thank you. Is it meaningless to apologize?

Never.

Par: Alan Moore

What they did was only possible because of you.

Oppenheimer was able to change more than the course of a war: he changed the entire course of human history. Is it wrong to hold on to that kind of hope?

I have not come for what you hoped to do, I've come for what you did.

Par: Alan Moore

The truth is after so many years you begin to lose more than just your appetite. You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

Par: Alan Moore

My father was a writer, you would have liked him. He used to say artists used lies to tell the truth while politicians used them to cover the truth up.

A man after my own heart.

Par: Alan Moore

People should not be afraid of their governments.
Governments should be afraid of their people.

Par: Alan Moore

There's no certainty, only opportunity.

Par: Alan Moore

More than 400 years ago, a great citizen wished to imbed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words: they are perspectives.
So, if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked.
But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight outside the gates of parliament. And together, we shall give them a fifth of november that shall never, ever be forgot.

Par: Alan Moore

I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you. And in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.
Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten.

Par: Alan Moore

There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak. Even now, orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning and, for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is: there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there?
Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and surveillance coercing your conformity and solliciting submission.
How did this happen? Who's to blame? Certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable. But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror.

Par: Alan Moore

Good evening, London.

Allow me first to apologize: I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke.
But in the spirit of commemoration whereby important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful, bloody struggle are celebrated with a nice holiday - I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is, sadly, no longer remembered by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

Par: Alan Moore

Do you think people will believe this ?

Why not ? This is the BTN. Our job is to report the news, not fabricate it. That's the government's job.

Par: Alan Moore

Gentlemen, this is a test.
Moments such as these are matters of faith. To fail is to invite doubt into everything we believe, everything that we have fought for.
Doubt wil plunge this country back into chaos, and I will not let that happen.
Gentlemen, I want this terrorist found, and I want him to understand what terror really means.
England prevails.

Par: Alan Moore

It is to Madame Justice that I dedicate this concerto, in honor of the holiday she seems to have taken from these parts, and in recognition of the imposter that stands in her stead.

Par: Alan Moore

I'm Evey.

Evey?
E-V, of course you are.

What does that mean?

It means that I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence.

Par: Alan Moore

Are you, like, a crazy person?

I'm quite sure they will say so.

Par: Alan Moore

But on this most auspicious of nights permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis personna.

Voilà !

In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.
However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vainquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.

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 honor to meet you and you may call me: V.

Par: Alan Moore

Who ?
Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask.

Oh I can see that.

Of course, you can. I'm not questionning your powers of observation, I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Par: Alan Moore

Strength through unity.
Unity through faith.

Par: Alan Moore

We are told to remember the idea and not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten. But 400 years later, an idea can still change the world.

I have witnessed first hand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them, and die defending them.

But you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it or hold it. Ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain. They do not love.
And it is not an idea that I miss: it is a man. A man that made me remember the fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.

Par: Alan Moore

Remember, remember the fifth of November
The gunpowder treason and plot
I know of no reason
Why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot

Par: Alan Moore