Everyday, gentlemen. Everyday that brings us closer to November, everyday that man remains free is one more failure. Three hundred and forty-seven days, gentlemen! THREE HUNDRED AND FORTY-SEVEN FAILURES!
WE ARE BEING BURIED BENEATH THE AVALANCHE OF YOUR INADEQUACIES, MR. CREEDY!
The building is a symbol, as is the act of destroying it. Symbols are given power by their people. By itself, a symbol is meaningless, but with enough people, blowing up a building can change the world.
I wish I could believe that. But every time I've seen this world change, it's always been for the worse.
It's funny. I was given one of your roses today. I wasn't sure you were the terrorist until I saw it. What a strange coincidence that I should be given one today.
There are no coincidences, Delia. Only the illusion of coincidence. I have another rose, and this one is for you.
Evey: I don't want you to die!
V: That's the most beautiful thing you could have ever given m