“He wasn't a romantic. Had never thought himself as sentimental. But he wanted this one last kiss. "Well", he said, his voice hoarse and grainy, "we'll always have Peru.”

“If he had had all Peru in his pocket, he would certainly have given it to this dancer; but Gringoire had not Peru in his pocket; and besides, America was not yet discovered. (p. 66)”

“It wasn't fair, he thought peevishly. "Who said life was fair?" his father had said to him a hundred times. He had said the same himself to his own daughter. ("It's not fair, Daddy.") Parents were miserable buggers. It SHOULD be fair. It should be paradise.”

“Did we kiss last night?""Yes.""Well, it wasn't memorable because I have no recollection of it."He laughs. "I was kiddin'. We didn't kiss." He leans in. "When we kiss you'll remember it.Forever.”

“He stroked Sido's cheek and bent down to kiss her, whispering what his heart had always known, what he had never said before to anyone. 'I love you, I always will.”

“As a child he had often thought of killing himself, but those were sentimental reveries born a wish to punish his father and mother and other enemies.”