“A. Was I ill? Have I got well? Who was my doctor? Can you tell? Oh, my memory is rotten!B. Only now you're truly well. Those are well who have forgotten.”

“On the streets of the city They have taken my Who-I-Am As well as my What-I-Was And now I am desperate for them both Again”

“I am not wrong: Wrong is not my nameMy name is my own my own my ownand I can’t tell you who the hell set things up like thisbut I can tell you that from now on my resistancemy simple and daily and nightly self-determinationmay very well cost you your life”

“Very well, young man, very well," Treville went on, "I know those airs. I came to Paris with four ecus in my pocket, and I'd have fought with anybody who told me I was in no condition to buy the Louvre.”

“Those are my principles, and if you don't like them...well I have others.”

“Freedom and blood I make my mark and fight for tomorrow. Finally I've got something, Something I can raise my voice for. Fine, tell them who you really want. Fine, well you'll get yours and I'll get mine.”