Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free" – Valerie.
V：Beneath this mask there is more than flesh,beneath this mask there is an idea,Mr.creedy.And ideas are bulletproof.
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.
V：Remember,remember,the fifth of November,The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?
“Who are you?
Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.”
– V for Vendetta
V：No, you have the bullets and the hope. That when the guns are empty,I'm no longer standing
Because if I am, You will all be dead before you have reloaded.
V：In View,a humble VaudeVillian Veteran cast Vicariously as both Victim and Villain by the Vicissitudes of fate.This Visage,no mere Veneer of Vanity is a Vestige of the Vox populi,now Vacant,Vanished.However,this Valorous Visitation of a bygone Vexation stands Vivified and has Vowed to Vanquish these Venal and Virulent Vermin Vanguarding Vice and Vouchsafing the Violently Vicious and Voracious Violation of Volition.The only Verdict is Vengeance,a Vendetta held as a VotiVe not in Vain,for the Value and Veracity of such shall one day Vindicate the Vigilant and the Virtuous.Verily,this Vichyssoise of Verbiage Veers most Verbose. So let me simply add that it's my Very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
V：The only verdict is vengeance,a vendetta,held as a votive not in vain.
Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation… …words will always retain their power,I dare do all that may become a man. Who dares more is none.Artists used the lies to tell the truth,while politicians used them to cover the truth up.
V: The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
V: …A building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by people. Alone, a symbol is meaningless, but with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.
V: Good evening, London. Allow me first to apologize for this interruption. I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of every day routine- the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition. I enjoy them as much as any bloke. But in the spirit of commemoration, whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone's death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, a celebration of a nice holiday, I thought we could mark this November the 5th, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat. There are of course those who do not want us to speak. I suspect even now, orders are being shouted into telephones, and men with guns will soon be on their way. Why? Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power. Words offer the means to meaning, and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn't there? Cruelty and injustice, intolerance and oppression. And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have censors and systems of surveillance coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission. How did this happen? Who's to blame? Well certainly there are those more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable, but again truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror. I know why you did it. I know you were afraid. Who wouldn't be? War, terror, disease. There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense. Fear got the best of you, and in your panic you turned to the now high chancellor, Adam Sutler. He promised you order, he promised you peace, and all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent. Last night I sought to end that silence. Last night I destroyed the Old Bailey, to remind this country of what it has forgotten. More than four hundred years ago a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory. His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice, and freedom are more than words, they are perspectives. So if you've seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked. But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek, then I ask you to stand beside me one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament, and together we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever be forgot.