Sometimes, the Angel [of Music] leans over the cradle... and that is how there are little prodigies who play the fiddle at six better than men of fifty, which, you must admit is very wonderful. Sometimes, the Angel comes much later, because the children are naughty and won't learn their lessons or practice their scales. And sometimes, he does not come at all, because the children have a wicked heart or a bad conscience.
Gaston LerouxNone will ever be a true Parisian who has not learned to wear a mask of gaiety over his sorrows and one of sadness, boredom, or indifference over his inward joy.
Gaston LerouxAre people so unhappy when they love?" "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.
Gaston LerouxYou 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!
Gaston LerouxTonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead." - Christine, from Gaston Leroux's: The Phantom of the Opera.
Gaston LerouxThe Opera ghost really existed. He was not, as was long believed, a creature of the imagination of the artists, the superstition of the managers, or a product of the absurd and impressionable brains of the young ladies of the ballet, their mothers, the box-keepers, the cloak-room attendants or the concierge. Yes, he existed in flesh and blood, although he assumed the complete appearance of a real phantom; that is to say, of a spectral shade.
Gaston Leroux