People Should not be afraid of their Goverments, Goverments should be afraid of their Peolple........

人們不該畏懼他們的政府 政府才應該要畏懼他們的人民

Artists used lies to tell the truth，while politicians used them to cover the truth up.
藝術家用謊言揭露事實，政治家用謊言掩蓋事實

People should not be afraid of their governments, governments should be afraid of their people.
人民不該懼怕政府，應該是政府懼怕他們的人民

Fear became the ultimate tool of this government.
恐懼成為了政府最後的工具

V對主教說的一段話:
我盜用聖經的話語,來掩飾赤裸裸的最愆
外表是聖人,內心是魔鬼

我的面具之下有一張臉,但那不是我的臉
我的心靈已不再屬於那張臉

from浮士德
以真理的力量,在死前我要征服宇宙

面具之下不只是血肉之驅
而是一個理念,理念就是--刀槍不入

薇洛莉的自傳裡的一段話
我即將死去,身體會腐爛
但我的心靈除外,我的精神不死
雖然我的心靈脆弱無助
卻是這世上唯一值得珍惜的東西
決不輕言放棄,決不讓他們奪走

Voil?! 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 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-?-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V

上帝在每一滴雨水中
肉身會腐 理念不死

That's it! See, at first, I thought it was hate too. Hate was all I knew. It built my world, imprisoned me, taught me how to eat, how to drink, how to breathe. I thought I'd die with all the hate in my veins. But then something happened. It happened to me just as happened to you.

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. What was true in that cell is true now. What you felt in there has nothing to do with me.

Don't run from it, Evey. You've been running all your life.
(Asthma)
Listen to me, Evey. This may be the most important moment of your life. Commit to it. They took your parents from you. They took your brother from you. They put you in a cell and took everything they could take except your life. And you believed that was all there was, didn't you? The only thing you had left was your life, but it wasn't. You found something else. In that cell, you found something that mattered more to you than life. When they threatened to kill you unless you gave what they wanted, you told them you'd rather die. You faced your death, Evey. You were calm, you were still. Try to feel now what you felt then.

I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks. But I don't care. I am me. My name is Valerie. I don't think I'll live much longer, and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography that I will ever write and, God...I'm writing it on toilet paper.

I was born in Nottingham in 1985. I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tottle Brook and she used to tell me that God was in the rain. I pass my 11 Plus and went to girls' grammar. I was at school that I met my first girlfriend. Her name was Sarah. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that it was adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sarah did. I didn't.

In 2002, I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My fathter wouldn't look at me. He told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? 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.

I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life and in 2015 I starred in my first film, The Salt Flats. It was the most important role of my life. Not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed. I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box and our place always smelt of roses. Those were the best years of my life.

But America's war grew worse and worse, and eventually came to London. After that, there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone. 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 Artiles of Allegiance became powerful. I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it why they hate us so much.

They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. 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 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.
Valerie