Citations de Watchmen, 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