Our opponent is an alien starship packed with atomic bombs,” I said. “We have a protractor.

Sometimes the psych guys will start drinking, some call it “self-medicating” but it looks like clinging to an anvil in the middle of the sea.

There is nothing but quotations left for us. Our language is a system of quotations.

Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers... and all of a sudden, nobody can think of anything to say.

Written By Alan Moore

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links