All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. That's how far the world is from where I am. Just one bad day.

I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

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.

In the human mind, the number of possible connections that can be made between neurons greatly exceeds the number of atoms in the universe.

Rorschach: Used to come here often, back when we were partners. Dreiberg: Oh. Uh, yeah... yeah, those were great times, Rorschach. Great times. Whatever happened to them? Rorschach: [exiting] You quit.

There's no such thing as quitting. Just sometimes there's a longer pause between relapses.

If I have to have a past, then I prefer it to be multiple choice.