The past can’t hurt you anymore unless you let it.

Beneath this mask there is more than flesh, Beneath this mask, there is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof.

There are no coincidences, only the illusion of coincidences.

We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world.

There is no certainty, only opportunity.

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.

It is strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish… Except one. An inch. It is small and fragile and it’s the only thing in the world that’s worth having. We must never lose it or sell it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don’t know who you are but I hope you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and things get better and that one day people have roses again. I don’t know who you are but I love you. I love you.