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.
But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine?
The opera ghost really existed
All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)
Blood!...Blood!... That's a good thing! A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!
They played at hearts as other children might play at ball; only, as it was really their two hearts that they flung to and fro, they had to be very, very handy to catch them, each time, without hurting them.