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

“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.”

“Adrian Veidt: I did the right thing, didn't I? It all worked out in the end.Dr. Manhattan: 'In the end'? Nothing ends, Adrian. Nothing ever ends.”

“Jon, wait before leave... I did the right thing didn't I? It all worked out in the end.'In the end'? Nothing ends Adrian. Nothing ever ends.Jon? Wait! What do you mean by ...”

“...My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you?”

“Some things are hard to imagine. Can you conceive of excessive contentment, for example? Or an over pleasant evening? Too much happiness?”

“Perhaps this is the purpose of all art, all writing, on the murders, fiction and non-fiction: Simply to participate.”