victor hugo's writing

Do you remember when you were a child

and your mother kept telling you

“Don’t look directly at the sun or you will go blind.”


Well, you are the sun.

And I keep looking, looking, looking,

Until my eyes burn and tears fall down my cheeks,

But I do not close my eyes.

You burn so brightly I can still see you clearly behind my eyelids when my night falls because I live for your light and I cannot let you go, and even if I will turn blind I want you to be the last thing I’ll ever see, your hand clasped in mine.

A love letter to you from the Moon, from Dionysus, from Grantaire.

it still is kind of surreal that disney’s hunchback of notre dame even exists, to me. really. disney, a company infamous for keeping things squeaky clean and family friendly in it’s animated movies at all costs, and that avoids mentioning that sex even exists, suddenly decides that the hunchback of notre dame, of all things, is a suitable story for it’s next big, epic animated musical. the hunchback of notre dame.

  • Victor Hugo: You come to me, and you say: "Victor Hugo, give me justice. Tell me the first names of Les Amis." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Monsieur. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you insult the Bishop of Digne and my in-depth descriptions of Waterloo and the Parisian sewer system

Victor Hugo: I write a book, throw a “release party”, show everyone my book and say it is a story about love, heroes, villains, morality, injustice, and revolution. “Why is it so long?” everyone asks, scandalized. In their confusion they fail to notice that the doors have been barred. They are now my captive audience. “Settle in, folks,” I say. “It’s time for me to share some political opinions with you. I have slides”