Alan Moore World Quotations

I think that in an increasingly virtual world, lovingly produced artefacts are at a premium.

I don't think any of us grew up into the world we were hoping for or expecting.

One of the advantages of travelling the world is that you get to know the world broadly. And one of the advantages of staying in one place is that you get to know the world deeply.

I'm not personally connected to the Internet, although nearly everyone that I know is, and many of them have a great time and no problems with it. And on the surface you can see that the Internet could go an awful long way to educating, enlightening, informing and connecting the world.

Please! Don't all leave. Somebody has to do it, don't you see? Somebody has to save the world...

The world's a stage, & everything else is Vaudeville.

I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.

They say we have we created the man to end all wars; I say we have created a man to end all worlds.

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.

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.

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...

Who makes the world? Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. Perhaps it simply is, has been, will always be there…a clock without a craftsman.

A world grows up around me. Am I shaping it, or do its predetermined contours guide my hand?