I bear the dungeon within me; within me is winter, ice, and despair; I have darkness in my soul.
The whole underneath of Paris was an ant nest, Metro tunnels, sewer shafts, catacombs, mines, cemeteries. She'd been down in the city of bones where skulls and femurs rose in yellowing walls. Right do...
When a man does wrong, he should do all the wrong he can; it is madness to stop half-way in crime!
Usually, the murmur that rises up from Paris by day is the city talking; in the night it is the city breathing; but here it is the city singing. Listen, then, to this chorus of bell-towers - diffuse o...
He was fine; he, that orphan that foundling that outcast; he felt himself august and strong; he looked full in the face that society from which he was banished, and into which he had so powerfully int...
But alas, if I have not maintained my victory, it is God's fault for not making man and the devil of equal strength.
In a vast space left free between the crowd and the fire, a young girl was dancing.Whether this young girl was a human being, a fairy, or an angel, is what Gringoire, sceptical philosopher and ironica...