How can two people hate so much without knowing each other? - Alan Moore

I still can't believe it . . . him comin' here everyday, nobody realizin'. Still, that's life: lotta stuff happens under the waterline.

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.

Authority, when first detecting chaos at its heels, will entertain the vilest schemes to save its orderly facade.