My experience of life is that it is not divided up into genres; it’s a horrifying, romantic, tragic, comical, science-fiction cowboy detective novel. You know, with a bit of pornography if you’re lucky.
People shouldn’t be afraid of their government. Governments should be afraid of their people.
Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.
Artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.
The past can’t hurt you anymore, not unless you let it.
Remember, remember the fifth of November of gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gun powder treason should ever be forgot.
Knowledge, like air, is vital to life. Like air, no one should be denied it.
Happiness is the most insidious prison of all.
I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one. An inch. It’s small and it’s fragile and it’s the only thing in the world worth having. we must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
Since mankind’s dawn, a handful of oppressors have accepted the responsibility over our lives that we should have accepted for ourselves. By doing so, they took our power. By doing nothing, we gave it away. We’ve seen where their way leads, through camps and wars, towards the slaughterhouse.
God is in the rain.
None of you understand. I’m not locked up in here with YOU. You’re locked up in here with ME.
All we ever see of stars are their old photographs.
The past can’t hurt you anymore. Not unless you let it. They made you into a victim, Evey. They made you into a statistic. But, that’s not the real you. That’s not who you are inside.
No. Not even in the face of Armageddon. Never compromise.
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.
Love your rage, not your cage.