Beneath the Mask

You wear your mask too long you forget who you are beneath it.
- V for Vendetta

Life Lessons

How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.

Here is your final lesson: Do not commit the crime for which you now serve the sentence.

Count of Monte Cristo

Honestly

Well .. I'm dishonest. And a dishonest person, you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly. It's the honest ones you have to watch because you never know when they will do something incredibly ... stupid.

Capt. Jack Sparrow
Pirates of the Carribean Curse of the Black Pearl

Truth

Now i had a great summation, all worked out. Full of some, sharp lawyering. But I'm not going to read it. I am here to apologize. I am young, and I am inexperienced. But you cannot, hold Carl Lee Hailey, responsible, for my short cummings. But ya see in all this legal manuevering, something has gotten lost, and that something is the truth. Now it is incumbant upon us lawyers not to just talk about the truth, but to actually seek it, to find it, to live it. My teacher taught me that. Now let's take Dr. Bass for example. Now obviously I would have never knowingly put a convicted fellon on the stand, I hope you can believe that. But what is the truth, that-that-that he is a disgraced liar? Now what if I told you, that the woman he was accused of raping was 17, he was, 23 that she later became his wife bore his child, and is still married to the man today does that make his testimony, more, or-or less true? What is it in us that seeks the truth? Is it our minds? Or is it our hearts? Now I set out to prove that a black man could receive a fair trial in the South, that we are all, equal in the eyes of the law. But that's not the truth, because the eyes of the law are human eyes, yours, and mine and until we can see, each other as equals, justice is never going to be even-handed. It will remain nothing more, than a reflection, of our own prejudices, so until that day, we have a duty, under God, to seek the truth. Not with our eyes and not with our minds where fear and hate are incommonality into prejudice, but with our hearts, where we don't know better.

Now I'm gonna tell ya'll a little story. I'm gonna, ask ya'll to close your eyes while I tell ya this story, I want you to listen to me, I want you to listen to yourselves. Go ahead, close your eyes, please. This is the story about a little girl, walking home from the grocery store one sunny, afternoon. I want you to picture that little girl. Suddenly a truck races up. 2 men jump out, and they grab her. And they drag her...
- Jake Brigance-
Time to Kill, A - 1996

Bullet in my Head

~ No. What you have are bullets and the hope that when your guns are empty I'm no longer standing, because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.~
V for vendetta

*Let's play

Salute

Salute to the betrayal and misguidence.

Thank you.

May God have mercy on thy soul

"Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? (You, Lieutenant Weinberg?) I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. (You weep for Santiago and you curse the marines. ) You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

You don't want the truth because, deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way.

Otherwise I suggest you pick up a weapon and stand at post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to."

Col. Nathan Jessup
A Few Good Men