phantom-of-the-opera

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!

I beg you, help me, in angelic charity,Pray my efforts will reflect your mastery!

when a man", continued Raoul,"adopts such romantic methods to entice a young girl's affections. ..""The man must be either a villain, or the girl a fool: is that it?

The passion I feel for you is more than you__e prepared for. - Eric

The Phantom is not famous for forgiveness.

Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation. Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in to the power of the music of the night.

You must expect to make enemies.""I never expect to make anything else," he said.

He appears close to my age. The left half of his face stands out beneath the hood: one side of plump lips, one squared angle of a chin. Two coppery-colored eyes look back at me _ bright and metallic. The sight makes me do a double take. As far as he is from the car, I shouldn__ be able to make out the color, yet they glimmer in the shadow of his cape, like pennies catching a flashlight__ glare in a deep well.

He__ walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend.

Look!You want to see? See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! Look at Erik's face! Now you know the face of the voice! You were not content to hear me, eh? You wanted to know what I looked like? Oh, you women are so inquisitive! Well, are you satisfied? I'm a good-looking fellow, eh?...When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me.She loves me forever! I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!...Look at me! I am Don Juan Triumphant! -Erik in The Phantom of the Opera

You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!

How do you hate someone who pulled you from the brink of death, not once, but twice?

I need to know why I__ so broken, so I can fix myself. One way or another. Maybe this place can help me do that, and then I can finally look forward to my future. Because I__ starting to realize there__ something worse than stepping up and facing your fears _ and that__ living as if you__e already dead.

Guard your throats and hide your eyes. He__ not dead, you fools. Legends never die.

He raised his wine for a toast. __o the Exquisite Nightmare.

Sublime wonders lie in store,I am shown a regal residence;a mighty kingdom, an empirewith more grandeur than before ...