Erik: Are you very tired? Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead. Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.

And, despite the care which she took to look behind her at every moment, she failed to see a shadow which followed her like her own shadow, which stopped when she stopped, which started again when she did and which made no more noise than a well-conducted shadow should.

Are people so unhappy when they love?" "Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.

why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing?

Everybody knows that orthopaedic science provides beautiful false noses for those who have lost their noses naturally or as the result of an operation.

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!