Certainly, my many years working in the comics industry, creating products that I do not own, has made me rather fierce on the subject of giving up rights.

It does not do to rely too much on silent majorities, Evey, for silence is a fragile thing, one loud noise, and its gone. But the people are so cowed and disorganised. A few might take the opportunity to protest, but it'll just be a voice crying in the wilderness. Noise is relative to the silence preceding it. The more absolute the hush, the more shocking the thunderclap. Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations, Evey and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

Our masters have not heard the people's voice for generations and it is much, much louder than they care to remember.

The ending is nearer than you think, and it is already written. All that we have left to choose is the correct moment to begin.

I enjoy putting my mind into different situations rather than my body.

I was kind of a selfish child, who always wanted things his way, and I've kind of taken that over into my relationship with the world.

...My point is, I went crazy. When I saw what a black, awful joke the world was. I went crazy as a coot! I admit it! Why can't you?