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

In Paris, our lives are one masked ball.

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.

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

You 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!

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

Look!You want to see? See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! Look at Erik's face! Now you know the face of the voice! You were not content to hear me, eh? You wanted to know what I looked like? Oh, you women are so inquisitive! Well, are you satisfied? I'm a good-looking fellow, eh?...When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me.She loves me forever! I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!...Look at me! I am Don Juan Triumphant! -Erik in The Phantom of the Opera