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

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

I am an honest girl, M. le Vicomte de Chagny, and I don't lock myself up in my dressing-room with men's voices.

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

I am going to die of love....daroga....I am dying of love .... That's how it is... I loved her so! And I love her still...daroga.....and I am dying of love for her, I tell you! if you knew how beautiful she was when she let me kiss her...It was the first ...time, daroga, the first time I ever kissed a woman.. Yes, alive... I kissed her alive.... And she looked as beautiful as if she had been dead!

In Paris, our lives are one masked ball.

The opera ghost really existed