When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever.

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.

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!

Tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead." - Christine, from Gaston Leroux's: The Phantom of the Opera.

A ghost who, on the same evening, carries off an opera-singer and steals twenty-thousand francs is a ghost who must have his hands very full!

No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.

We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.