V: Your own father said that artists use lies to tell the truth. Yes, I created a lie. But because you believed it, you found something true about yourself.
V: You found something else. In that cell you found something that mattered more to you than life. It was when they threatened to kill you unless you gave them what they wanted… you told them you’d rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm. You were still.
V: But on this most auspicious of nights, permit me then, in lieu of the more commonplace sobriquet, to suggest the character of this dramatis persona.
V: Voilà! 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 by-gone 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.
[carves “V” into poster on wall]
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: Happiness is the most insidious prison of all, Evey.
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.
The Term Paper on Symbols and Meanings of Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men
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V: V: Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot.
V: More than 400 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 government remain unknown to you, then I suggest you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked.
V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
V: A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having!
V: And thus I clothe my naked villainy / With old odd ends stolen forth from holy writ/And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.
V: I, like God, do not play with dice and do not believe in coincidence.
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: But again, truth be told, if you’re looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror.
Evey Hammond: [reads] Vi Veri Veniversum Vivus Vici.
Evey Hammond: My father was a writer. You would’ve liked him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth, while politicians use them to cover the truth up
Evey Hammond: poster reads, “Strength Through Purity, Purity Through Faith.”
Gordon Deitrich: [about his TV show] We threw out the censor-approved script and shot a new one that I wrote this morning.
Gordon Deitrich: Yes, Evey. I am V. At last you know the truth. You’re stunned, I know. It’s hard to believe isn’t it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. ¡Viva la revolución!
Gordon Deitrich: Yes, Evey. I am V. At last you know the truth. You’re stunned, I know. It’s hard to believe isn’t it, that beneath this wrinkled, well-fed exterior there lies a dangerous killing machine with a fetish for Fawkesian masks. ¡Viva la revolución!
The Essay on The truth is
The Things They Carried is a thoroughly gripping book with a raw honesty that is absolutely haunting. Aside from the Bible, no book has affected me so deeply. I was not there in the jungles of Vietnam. I was not even alive when the fighting occurred. There are only a few people I know who fought in those far away jungles and rarely do they speak of it. Then I met Tim O?Brien. I met him walking ...
Gordon Deitrich: I understand you enjoy a glass every night, chancellor.
Deitrich: You wear a mask for so long you forget who you were beneath it.
Sutler: If he does, and something happens to that building, the only thing that will change, the only difference it will make is that tomorrow morning, instead of a newspaper I will be reading Mr. Creedy’s resignation!
Sutler: [actor on Deitrich’s show] Ah! Warm milk, there’s nothing better.
Adam Sutler: To fail is to invite doubt into everything we believe; everything that we have fought for. Doubt will plunge this country back into chaos and I will not let that happen.
Sutler: My fellow Englishmen: tonight our country, that which we stand for, and all we hold dear, faces a grave and terrible threat. This violent and unparalleled assault on our security will not go undefended… or unpunished. Our enemy is an insidious one, seeking to divide us and destroy the very foundation of our great nation. Tonight, we must remain steadfast. We must remain determined.. Tonight, I give you my most solemn vow: that justice will be swift, it will be righteous, and it will be without mercy.
Sutler: Spare us your professional annotations, Mr. Finch. They are irrelevant.
Sutler: I want this country to realize that we stand on the edge of oblivion. I want everyone to remember *why* they need us!
Sutler: [shouts] We are being buried beneath the avalanche of your inadequacies, Mr. Creedy!
Valerie: I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like “collateral” and “rendition” became frightening, while things like Norsefire and the Articles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how “different” became dangerous. I still don’t understand it, why they hate us so much.
Valerie: It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.
The Essay on Do The Right Thing 5
The weather is sizzling hot and tensions are slowly coming to a boil in this Bedford-Stuyvesant Brooklyn neighborhood. Slowly but surely we see the heat melt away the barriers that were keeping anger from rising to the surface. The Blacks and the Hispanics own the streets the Koreans own the corner store and of course the Italians own the pizzeria, the Cops who happen to be all Caucasian, prowl ...
Valerie: 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.
Finch: I had to see it. There wasn’t much left. But when I was there it was strange. I suddenly had this feeling that everything was connected. It’s like I could see the whole thing, one long chain of events that stretched all the way back before Larkhill. I felt like I could see everything that happened, and everything that is going to happen. It was like a perfect pattern, laid out in front of me. And I realised we’re all part of it, and all trapped by it.
Finch: The problem is, he knows us better than we know ourselves. That’s why I went to Larkhill, last night.
Finch: No, it was a feeling. But I can guess. With so much chaos, someone will do something stupid. And when they do, things will turn nasty.
Finch: What usually happens when people without guns stand up to people *with* guns.
Valerie: It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.
Lewis Prothero: [on television] I’ll tell you what I wish. I wish I had been there! I wish I had the chance for a face-to-face. Just one chance, that’s all I’d need!
Lewis Prothero: Strength through unity! Unity through faith!
Lewis Prothero: [turns off TV] Good guys win, bad guys lose, and as always, England prevails!
Lewis Prothero: [on TV screen] An ultimatum that was met with swift, surgically precise justice!
Tweed Coat Fingerman: By sun-up if you’re not the sorriest piece of ass in all’a London… you’ll certainly be the sorest!
