Evey Hammond: My father was a writer. You would have like him. He used to say that artists use lies to tell the truth while politicians used them to cover the truth up.
V: Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.
Mr. Finch: Who was he?
Evey Hammond: He was Edmond Dantes, and he was my father and my mother, my brother, my friend. He was you and me. He was all of us.
Valerie: 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 world 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.
V: Remember, remember the Fifth of November, the gunpowder, treason and plot. For I see no reason why the gunpowder treason, should ever be forgot.
V: People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people.
V: Words will always retain their power. Words are the means to meaning, and for those who listen, the enunciation of truth, and the truth is there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?