Quotes from Gaston Leroux

I moved closer to him, attracted, fascinated: in the midst of such passion, death itself became appealing...

As long as you thought me handsome, you could have come back, I know you would have come back.

Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.

Raoul, she said, forget THE MAN'S VOICE and do not even remember its name... You must never try to fathom the mystery of THE MAN'S VOICE.

Surely, if his heart continued to make such a noise, they would hear it inside, they would open the door and the young man would be turned away in disgrace.

He asked only to be 'someone,' like everybody else.

I am mistress of my own actions, M. de Chagny: you have no right to control them, and I will beg you to desist henceforth.

Oh, tonight I gave you my soul and I am dead! Christine replied. Your soul is a beautiful thing, child, replied the grave man's voice, and I thank you. No emperor ever received so fair a gift. The angels wept tonight.

His manner, his words - everything about him told me to trust him.

Christine, you must love me!" And Christine's voice, infinitely sad and trembling, as though accompanied by tears, replied: "How can you talk like that? When I sing only for you!

For several months, there had been nothing discussed at the Opera but this ghost in dress-clothes who stalked about the building, from top to bottom

one after the other, there came a series of incidents so curious and so inexplicable that the very shrewdest people began to feel uneasy.

She is singing tonight to bring the chandelier down.

While there are things about which one does not boast, there are others for which to be pitied would be all too humiliating.

Everything that concerns you interests me greatly, as you will perhaps one day come to appreciate.

He] prepared to forget his distress by flinging himself...into 'the vortex of pleasure.

There are times where excessive innocence seems so monstrous that it becomes hateful.

Then I made her understand that, where she was concerned, I was only a poor dog, ready to die for her. But that she could marry the young man she pleased because she had cried with me, and mingled her tears with mine. ~ Erik

There is a terrible mystery around us...a mystery much more to be feared than any number of ghosts or genii!

Yes, he was found hanging in the third-floor cellar!" "It's the ghost!" little Giry blurted, as though in spite of herself; but she at once corrected herself, with her hands pressed to her mouth: "No, no!—I didn't say it!—I didn't say it!——" All around her, her panic-stricken companions repeated under their breaths: "Yes—it must be the ghost!" Sorelli was very pale.

Richard at once declared that we must be content with that and drop the subject. I agreed with Richard. All's well that ends well. What say you, O.G?

Poor, unhappy Erik! Shall we pity him? Shall we curse him? He asked only to be some one, like everybody else. But he was too ugly! And he had to hide his genius OR USE IT TO PLAY TRICKS WITH, when, with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind!

In Paris, our lives are one masked ball;

You must know . . . that I'm made entirely of death, from head to foot, and that it's a corpse loves you, adores you, and will never leave you, never! I'm going to have the coffin enlarged, Christine, for later, when we've come to the end of our love.