“ An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works. ”
Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!...Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you, Christine, who have torn off my mask and who therefore can never leave me again!...Oh, mad Christine, who wanted to see me!
~ Gaston Leroux
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!
Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.
Then I made her understand that, where she was concerned, I was only a poor dog, ready to die for her. But that she could marry the young man she pleased because she had cried with me, and mingled her tears with mine. ~ Erik
