You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am.
I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed.
Why else would you dress up like a flying rat?

Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I'm not questioning your powers of observation I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is

Rorshach's journal. October 16, 1985. Been waiting in Moloch's fridge for three hours. Ate two raw eggs and packet of honey mustard sauce. Just realized I am sitting on baking soda. Freezing ass off. Really have to take leak.

He was a Frenchman, a melancholy-looking man. His aspect was that of one who has been looking for the leak in a gas pipe with a lighted candle.

I always thought there were like seven continents.” Crazzee was kind of an expert in geography. One of her ex-boyfriends had a large map of the world above his bed.

Il giorno in cui sono morto era un giovedì. Per forza: il giovedì non mi è mai piaciuto. Non era previsto che morissi. Mi sono perso la scuola. Anche se, stranamente, quel giorno ci sarei voluto andare. Avrei fatto qualsiasi cosa. Tranne morire.