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

“Everybody knows that orthopedic science provides beautiful false noses for people who have lost their noses naturally or as a result of an operation.”

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

“He fills me with horror and I do not hate him. How can I hate him, Raoul? Think of Erik at my feet, in the house on the lake, underground. He accuses himself, he curses himself, he implores my forgiveness!...He confesses his cheat. He loves me! He lays at my feet an immense and tragic love. ... He has carried me off for love!...He has imprisoned me with him, underground, for love!...But he respects me: he crawls, he moans, he weeps!...And, when I stood up, Raoul, and told him that I could only despise him if he did not, then and there, give me my liberty...he offered it...he offered to show me the mysterious road...Only...only he rose too...and I was made to remember that, though he was not an angel, nor a ghost, nor a genius, he remained the voice...for he sang. And I listened ... and stayed!...That night, we did not exchange another word. He sang me to sleep.”

“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.”

“We recognize the touch of the Opera ghost.”

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