Quotes from Gaston Leroux

Lastly- and this was the most pitiless torture of all- we heard the rain and it was not raining! This was an infernal invention... Oh, I knew well enough how Erik obtained it! He filled with little stones a very long and narrow box, broken up inside with wooden and metal projections. The stones, in falling, struck against these projections and rebounded from one to another; and the result was a series of pattering sounds that exactly imitated a rainstorm.

That voice is very dangerous . . .

Es muy difícil hacerse amar en una tumba —le dije. »Ã¢â'¬â€Uno tiene las "citas" que puede —respondió en un tono muy especial.

He {Erik} filled Christine's mind through the terror with which he inspired her, but the dear child's heart belonged wholly to the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. While they played about like an innocent engaged couple on the upper floors of the opera, to avoid the monster, they little suspected that someone was watching over them.

There was an appalling silence between the three of them: the two who spoke and the shadow that listened, behind them.

My dear little playfellow: You must have the courage not to see me again, not to speak of me again. If you love me just a little, do this for me, for me who will never forget you, my dear Raoul. My life depends upon it. Your life depends upon it. Your little Christine

Why you love him! Your fear, your terror, all that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves...

Eric is dead.

Know that it is a corpse who loves you, worships you, and will never, never, leave you.

All I wanted was to be loved for myself

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

You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.

Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.

But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine?

When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever.

I am not really wicked. Love me, and you will see!

Are people so unhappy when they love?" "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.

If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.

Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.

All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)

I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did not die!... She remained alive, weeping over me, weeping with me. We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer.

He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.

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! He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar. Ah, yes, we must need pity the Opera ghost...

Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!