My dear, beautiful and imaginative things can be destroyed. Beauty and imagination cannot.

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

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

Remember, remember the fifth of November of gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gun powder treason should ever be forgot.

It was Kovacs who said "Mother" then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacs who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened them again.

Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof.

Art is, like magic, the science of manipulating symbols, words or images to achieve changes in consciousness

Once you realize what a joke everything is, being the Comedian is the only thing that makes sense.

You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.

People shouldn't be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.

If you're functional, it doesn't matter if you're mad.

If you are humble enough to admit to your flaws then you are capable of correcting them.

Learn from the past, live in the present and create your future.

You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to any of your heroes. Become what you wish to be.

I tend to write poetry that is rich in data of various sorts. The lyric poem isn't perfectly suited to accommodating such data, so I've had to find new ways to say everything that I want to say.

The nicest thing is to open the newspapers and not to find yourself in them.

Nothing tends so much to enlarge the mind as traveling.

I don't quite have the energy for extra curricular activities. I have to pace myself a little bit more.

I know just enough Japanese to get by if I get lost and greet an audience properly, just from having a lot of Japanese friends and being there over the years.

I'm still James Johnson. Rick James is a stage name. James Johnson keeps Rick James on the ground... Kind of sort of.

He in whose mind is no anger, hatred, or envy, who never loses his balance, dies, or is born, who is he but God?