Doctor Manhattan/Dr. Jon Osterman quotes

View Quote [his last words before his transformation] Janey, don't leave me! Don't leave me!

View Quote [as his human body is about to be destroyed] I feel fear, for the last time.

View Quote My father was a watch maker. He abandoned it when Einstein discovered time is relative. I would only agree that a symbolic clock is as nourishing to the intellect as a photograph of oxygen to a drowning man.

View Quote They call me "Doctor Manhattan". They explain the name has been chosen for the ominous associations it will raise in America's enemies. They are shaping me into something gaudy. Something lethal.

View Quote Janey accuses me of chasing jailbait. She bursts into angry tears, asking if it's because she's getting older. It's true. She's aging more noticeably every day... while I am standing still. I prefer the stillness here. I am tired of Earth. These people. I'm tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives. 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.

View Quote Your mind goes to dark places, and you wonder why I keep the worst from you.

View Quote All we ever see of stars is their old photographs.

View Quote In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon.

View Quote Why would I save a world I no longer have any stake in?

View Quote When you left me, I left Earth. Does that not show you I care?

View Quote I've walked across the surface of the sun, seen events so tiny and so fast that they hardly can be said to have occurred at all. But you, Adrian...are just a man. And the world's smartest man poses no more threat to me than does its smartest termite.

View Quote I can change almost anything...but I can't change human nature.

View Quote Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring, like oxygen turning into gold. I've longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation until, finally, your mother loves a man: Edward Blake, the Comedian, a man she has every reason to hate, and out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it's you — only you — that emerged. To distill so specific a form, from all that chaos; it's like turning air into gold. A miracle. Now dry your eyes, and let's go home.