:: V ::

"This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. 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. 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 vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

Remember, remember the 5th of November; gunpowder, treason and plot, I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.

Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.

A revolution without dancing is a revolution not worth having.

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: I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I am not questioning your powers of observation. I'm merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.

Creedy: We've swept this place. All you've got are your knives and your silly karate thing. We've got guns.
V: No, what you've got are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty of them I will no longer be standing, because if I am then you will all be dead before you can reload.