Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night. — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
“Possibly, I too shall take the train at that station one day, and go and seek around thy lakes, O Norway, O silent Scandinavia...… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now. — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
Now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out on Sundays. I have invented a mask that makes me look like anybody. People will not even turn round in the streets. You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share
“There is a terrible mystery around us...a mystery much more to be feared than any number of ghosts or genii!” — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
“Surely, if his heart continued to make such a noise, they would hear it inside, they would open the door and the young man… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
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!...… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
“No, no, you have driven me mad! When I think that I had only one object in life: to give my name to an… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
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,… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
