Hullo… the wall is a looking-glass!

The opera ghost really existed

...the girl with the tip-tilted nose, the forget-me-not eyes, the rose red cheeks and the lily-white neck and shoulders who gave the explanation in a trembling voice: “It’s the ghost!

Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.

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.

Blood!...Blood!... That's a good thing! A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!

All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)