- Rorschach: Rorschach's Journal, Friday the 13th October, 1972. Raining again tonight. Raining a lot lately. Like Heaven is trying hard to wash away all of New York's sins. Waste of time. Steel wool couldn't scour clean this city's soul.
- Rorschach: Rorschach's Journal. November 8th, 1972. Three innocent men dead. What's left of those two scumbags is still breathing, Tricky Dick is back at White House. And world is once again safe for Democracy. But for how long? How long until day dawns when good men like Nite Owl and I will not be there to do what's right, to turn tide? How long until darkness finally wins?
- Rorschach: Rorschach's Journal. July 30th, 1977. Sunset brings no relief from abysmal heat. It's only one symptom of the city's sickness, its delirium. It lies fitfully in bed now, babbling incoherently in fever dream. It wouldn't take much to send the whole city into convulsions and begin vomiting blood.
- Rorschach: [reading a newspaper] Can't believe you read this rag. Pure liberal drivel, all of it.
- Nite Owl II: S'what makes this country great, Rorschach. You can read your propaganda, I can read mine.
- Nite Owl II: Remind me again why I waste my time trying to open your mind?
- Rorschach: You must be pathologically stubborn.