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Swamp Thing is a DC Comics character and an eponymous series, published in many volumes. Saga of the Swamp Thing (later renamed Swamp Thing with the forty-sixth issue) is the most revered, and is most remembered for its issues written by Alan Moore and illustrated by various artists. It is about Swamp Thing’s search for identity as well as the examination of national history, culture, and topical issues such as environmentalism. The series was published in one-hundred seventy-one issues by DC Comics, whose Vertigo Comics imprint collected the series incompletely in paperback volumes.

Saga of the Swamp Thing (21-27) 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
Love and Death (28-34) 28 29 30 31 Annual #2 32 33 34
The Curse (35-42) 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42
A Murder of Crows (43-50) 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50

Saga of the Swamp Thing

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Jason Woodrue: You can't kill a vegetable by shooting it in the head.

Jason Woodrue: He isn't Alec Holland. He never will be Alec Holland. He never was Alec Holland. He's just a ghost. A ghost dressed in weeds.

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There is a house above the world, where the over-people gather.
There is a man with wings like a bird.
There is a man who can see across the planet and wring diamonds from its anthracite.
There is a man who moves so fast that his life is an endless gallery of statues.
In the house above the world, the over-people gather...
And sit...
And listen...
...To a dry, mad voice that whispers of Earthdeath.

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Swamp Thing: You did not... have to kill her... to teach me despair, Arcane... But you have given me... a deeper understanding... of abomination.


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There are people. There are stories. The people think they shape the stories, but the reverse is often closer to the truth.

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Cain: Murder? Don't talk to me about murder. I invented murder.

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Swamp Thing: Is there some pattern... that I should perceive...in this senseless pageant... of atrocity...?
Is there some truth... that may be divined... from the entrails... of America...?
It seems useless...
I struggle... to impose a structure... that has meaning... on the madness that churns... within this continent... within this world...
But tonight... I looked into a man's eyes... and glimpsed the abyss...
And I fear... that it may... be bottomless....
I know that there must be an answer... a light in the blackness... but I don't know... if I can find it... on my own.

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the thing of the swamp

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Swamp Thing: Woodrue. The wrath... of nature... is not wrong... nor is it unjust... that man... should bear its brunt.
For anger at least... I forgive you. The Green... forgives you...
But you are the last... that shall be forgiven this day...
And a city... awaits my judgment.

Amongst the city's foundations, the Swamp God hears her speak his name and feels a jolt of simple love so powerful that had he such a thing, his heart would burst.
"Alec?"
The touch of her mind, the aching nearness of her, unlocks a flood of memory almost too sharp to bear: Her laugh, like deep waters; The curve of her breast; The brushstroke of her collar bone...
Abby. Abby.
He cannot live without her. Not a moment longer. His power surges. The fuse burns, bright and eager towards its explosion. Across the city's gray map, an invisible hand rules a line in bright green crayon. And he whispers her name. And he whispers "I'm coming."

Abigail Holland: Contempt? Yes. Yes, I think that's the word... Contempt. See, You brought all this on yourselves. You understand that? I mean, you just couldn't leave it be., you couldn't let us alone. And now it's too late. Now you're in trouble.

Swamp Thing: Warning... me...? YOU... are warning... ME...?
Do... you warn... the hurricane? Do you warn... the earthquake?
You have taken... that which I love... away from me...
I have come to reclaim it.

Swamp Thing: Always GUNS. Are they... your only... solution...?
You can shoot... the animals... in the forest...
But you cannot... shoot the forest.
Harvey Bullock: I think we can maybe chip the bark a little.

Swamp Thing: Very well... But hear this... Men of the City.
I have tolerated... your species... for long enough.
Your cruelty... and your greed... and your insufferable arrogance...
You blight the soil... and poison the rivers. You raze the vegetation... till you cannot... even feed... your own kind...
A... and then you boast... of man's triumph... over nature.
Fools. If nature were to shrug... or raise an eyebrow...
Then you should all be gone...
I want... my wife. You have... one hour.

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Swamp Thing: I stand in an orchard... of streetsigns and parking meters...
From across the wilderness city... the wind blows fragments of music... percussive, robotic, distant...
My consciousness seeps out... through the filaments... and shoots...
Abby... I want you back. I want you back... and I do not care... about civilization.
The wilderness... can have it all.
Abby... I have made of this city... a fabulous bouquet. For you. All for you...
And those who took you from me... have not begun to taste... the fruits... of my retribution.

Swamp Thing: Hear this... Men... of the city...
Gotham... and Gotham's champion have fallen... to the Green.
Nowhere... is safe. No one... is safe... until she... is safe... with me.
Remove my wife... from your prisons... or remove Gotham City from your maps.
You have until dawn.

Swamp Thing: You thought... that it could not... get worse. You imagined... that things... had reached their limits.
Do not... delude yourselves... There are... no limits.
Wherever vegetation dwells... there I dwell also. There are plants... in your reservoirs...
There is flora... in the human intestinal track...
Do not... tempt me.
For the last time: I... Want... My... Wife.
No more delays. No More talk.

Batman: You Listen! That creature hasn't done a fraction of what it could do, and as yet it's done nothing irreversible. If he starts forcing the growth of people's intestinal flora, that might be a different story.
Try to imagine it, Mr. Mayor... Strong shoots and writhing tendrils working their way out of your stomach, creeping up your throat, filling your mouth...
Commissioner Gordan: Batman, take it easy...
Batman: Take it easy? While my city is dying because it insists on the letter of the law over love and justice? My city, Jim... dying where it stands.
Let me repeat myself: Either we find some way to release the Cable woman, or we begin evacuation right away. There are no other options. That thing out there is very nearly a god. It can crush us.
Mayor: B-But you don't understand. That woman has had a relationship with something that isn't human. We can't make exception s to the law...
Batman: No exceptions. I see.
In that case I suggest you start rounding up all the other non-human beings who may be having relationships outside their species.
Mayor: What? What do you mean?
Batman: I mean, if you want to take this all the way, non-humanity doesn't end with the Swamp Thing. Lets see...
You'll possibly have to arrest Hawkman... and Metamorpho... And there's also Starfire, from the Titans. Her race evolved from cats, I believe... The Martian Manhunter, obviously Captain Atom... And then of course there's What's-His-Name... The one who lives in Metropolis.


Swamp Thing: I listen... to a city that has not known silence... since the coming of the automobile... The cars are dead now... and wind strums the high branches. Dumbstruck, Gotham considers its fate...
From the chill city granite... cold as corpseflesh... Life explodes... like battlefield poppies... But the battle... is over. The war... is won. Gotham... just hasn't realized it yet.
I have changed their world... and their greatest legends... could not stand against me. Amidst the fierce joy of victory... something dark flutters across my mind... and is gone... Something about power...
My doubts vanish... Melting into the frosted morning grass... Something has changed. The city... has relaxed... The fight gone from it. The battle... is over. The war... is won. Now... I have only... to wait.

Batman: They're letting her go. You've won. But if you ever do this to my city again... Then I'll kill you.
Swamp Thing: Yes... Yes... I do believe... that you might.

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