Quotes from book

Watchmen

“We are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.”

“There is no future. There is no past. Do you see? Time is simultaneous, an intricately structured jewel that humans insist on viewing one edge at a time, when the whole design is visible in every facet.”

“Never despair. Never surrender.”

“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.”

“American love — like coke in green glass bottles… they don't make it anymore.”

“They claim their labours are to build a heaven yet their heaven is populated with horrors. Perhaps the world is not made. Perhaps nothing is made. A clock without a craftsman. It's too late. Always has been, always will be…too late.”

“Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.”

“Nothing's that simple, not even things that are simply awful.”

“Once a man has seen society's black underbelly, he can never turn his back on it. Never pretend, like you do, that it doesn't exist.”

“All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.”

“There's a notion I'd like to see buried: the ordinary person. Ridiculous. There is no ordinary person.”

“Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose.”

“I live my life free of compromise, and step into the shadows without complaint or regret.”

“In the end? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.”

“I'm 65 years old. Everyday the future looks a little bit darker. But the past, even the grimy parts of it, well, it just keeps on getting brighter all the time.”

“No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise.”

“We have laboured long to build a heaven, only to find it populated with horrors.”

“Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.”

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