Gaston Leroux

“Possibly, I too shall take the train at that station one day, and go and seek around thy lakes, O Norway, O…

— Gaston Leroux

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

— Gaston Leroux

Persons visited by the angel quiver with a thrill unknown to the rest of mankind

— Gaston Leroux

“A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!”

— Gaston Leroux

She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!

— Gaston Leroux

Now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out…

— Gaston Leroux

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

— Gaston Leroux

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart.…

— Gaston Leroux

“Surely, if his heart continued to make such a noise, they would hear it inside, they would open the door and the…

— Gaston Leroux

I tore off my mask so as not to lose one of her tears... and she did not run away!...and she did…

— Gaston Leroux

“No, no, you have driven me mad! When I think that I had only one object in life: to give my name…

— Gaston Leroux

Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing…

— Gaston Leroux

“He fills me with horror and I do not hate him. How can I hate him, Raoul? Think of Erik at my…

— Gaston Leroux

“with an ordinary face, he would have been one of the most distinguished of mankind! He had a heart that could have…

— Gaston Leroux

“The voice without a body went on singing, and certainly Raoul had never in his life heard anything more absolutely and heroically…

— Gaston Leroux

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

— Gaston Leroux

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

— Gaston Leroux

Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead." - Christine, from Gaston Leroux's: The Phantom of the Opera.

— Gaston Leroux

Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the…

— Gaston Leroux

Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!

— Gaston Leroux

“... My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never... let me kiss her... She used to run away... and throw me…

— Gaston Leroux

“Our lives are one masked ball.”

— Gaston Leroux

The opera ghost really existed

— Gaston Leroux

They played at hearts as other children might play at ball; only, as it was really their two hearts that they flung…

— Gaston Leroux

“None will ever be true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows...”

— Gaston Leroux