erik

If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.

A mask you ask? Optional I find!Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.

I'm sick and tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my house... I want to have a nice quiet flat with ordinary doors and windows and a wife inside it, like anybody else!

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

Ah, well...hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.

There are four things that make a man fight as you just did," the duke explained to Rumbold. "Love, despair, anger, or insanity."Erik counted them off on his fingers. "Everything to lose, nothing to lose, someone's taken it, or you've lost it.

Pity that child who was born near Rouen,His only crime, to arrive deformed.

He offered his love ... she could not bother,She gives her love to the other! The other!

The Scorpion?The Grasshopper?Which way will she go?

If Erik existed and lived life in despair,We wish him to know we are here and we care.

Have they known scorn like youFive cellars down?

No more can this Angel teach her,Yet, this guiding wing shall not forsake ...

True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,But found in the soul within.