"There is nothing I cannot do, if I choose." -Erik, from Susan Kay's "Phantom"
"Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness which you know you cannot fight" -The Phantom, ALW's Musical
'his voice is my inspiration and reward. It lifts me from my earthly shell and carries me to the very edge of the universe, a wondrous flight of body and soul that leaves me utterly exhausted.' -Christine, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
'all of us felt the cruelty, in injustice of fate: that such a man should be afflicted with that face, that white, noseless, rotting visage! But was not that face also a mask? It's ugliness hid the true man, the splendid inner man, even more than the porcelain mask had. All of us were similarly trapped behind our masks. Mask that face might be, but one made od living flesh. I saw his pain in the grimace that bared his yellow teeth and in the shadows beneath those lonely eyes.' -Henry Vernier, Sam Siciliano's "Angel of the Opera"
'I'm beginning to realize just how much of a child she really is, how terrifyingly immature and vulnerable . . . even unstable. There's a fatal flaw running though her like a crack in a Ming Dynasty vase, but that imperfection makes me love her with even greater tenderness.' -Erik, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
'In the moonlight his gloved hand was elusively normal; it looked warm and strong and quite curiously reassuring, the hand not of a monster and a murderer, but of a gentle, loving man, who waited with infinite patience for one little sign of hope . . .' -Christine, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
'I spun around on my heel. My heart stopped in my chest, my lungs became a crushing ache as I forgot to breathe. There he stood, right in front of me, his long black cloak and hat painting the air of mystry and intrigue that had first drawn me to him. He had appeared behind me without a sound, as if he were a ghost, and I found myself wondering if he were a spirit. Mother had said she saw him die.' -Christian (Christine's son), from "Progeny" by Becky L. Meadows
"Of course, you can't help loving him, I know that, none of us can choose where we will love." -Erik, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
"I am dying...of love...That is how it is...loved her so!...And I love her still...daroga...and I am dying of love for her, I...I tell you!...If you knew how beautiful she was...when she let me kiss her...alive...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!" -Erik, Gaston Leroux's "The Phantom of the Opera"
'Perfection, always perfection . . . nothing less would ever do in anything to which he set his mind.' -Christine, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
'Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music. But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly and then his eyes lit up as he said:
"You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in heaven, I will send him to you!"' Daddy Daae, Gaston Leroux's "The Phantom of the Opera"
'Again and again I toss her to the sky like a young falcon and each time she soars with greater confidence and strength before returning to the safety of her master's gloved hand. All she needed was belief and inspiration and these things she had found in my voice.' -Erik, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
'No,' I replied. 'Not this time, Erik.' I moved against him, every last bit of my skin alive as I felt his body against mine. I looked up into his eyes, then gasped lightly. I saw something in his eyes I had never seen before, nor would I ever see it again. His eyes were glistening with tears and golden shades of fear." -Christine, from "Progeny" by Becky L. Meadows
'Erik sat on the bench before the organ and crossed his legs. His black mask was made of a porcelain, its surface smooth and glossy. The long fingers of his left hand drummed out some pattern upon his knee, while the other hand held the revolver. Even the smallest of his movements showed a fluid gracefulness, and we knew he was physically strong. Weak men do not rapidly clamber up ropes with ninety-pound women tossed over their shoulders. All in all, he had the bearing of a natural aristocrat. The Viscount might have had the title and fortune, but not this man's genius or his sheer physical presence. With the mask hiding his face, it was easy to understand why Christine had imagined him beautiful; his horrible face seemed an impossible blemish.' -Henry Vernier, Sam Siciliano's "Angel of the Opera"
'But music was the keystone of his extraordinary genius. Music welled up from some bottomless pool within him and flowed like a ceaseless fountain through his fingertips...' -Madeleine, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
"There are promises we make with our minds, Christian, and there are promises we make with our hearts. Which do you think would be stronger?” -Christine,"Progeny" by Becky L. Meadows
"And...and...I...kissed her!...I!...I!...I!...And she did not die!...Oh, how good it is, daroga, to kiss somebody on the forehead!...You can't tell!... But I! I!...My mother, daroga, my poor, unhappy mother would never...let me kiss her....She used to run away...and throw me my mask!...Nor any other woman...ever, ever!...Ah, you can understand, my happiness was so great, I cried. And I fell at her feet, crying...and I kissedher feet...her little feet...crying. You're crying, too, daroga...and she cried also...the angel cried!..." -Erik, Gaston Leroux's "The Phantom of the Opera"
"Fear can turn to love - you'll learn to see, to find the man behind the monster" -The Phantom, ALW's Musical
'I never put another spider on her shawl after that . . .This nervous, anxious, well-meaning lady had taught me to respect all members of the weaker sex. She had dropped one pearl of purity into my soul, and even now, after all these years, it was still there, displacing a little of the dank, disgusting sludge of depravity. I had done many terrible things, but I had never harmed a helpless woman.' -Erik, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
"If I had been seeing him for the first time, I would have sworn he was a demon from hell. Mother worshipped him like an angel from heaven." -Christian,"Progeny" by Becky L. Meadows
"This grand an absurd edifice with all its absurd splendour of marble, bronze and gold, this gaudy baroque exterior built upon a skeleton of solid steel, has almost a life of its own, but it could not exist without its Phantom. His presence is everywhere; this is his universe, his world, his reflection. Hugo said Quasimodo was the very soul of Notre Dame; well, le Fantome is the soul of l'Opera de Paris." -Sherlock Holmes, Sam Siciliano's "Angel of the Opera"
"Suddenly I needed her comfort; I needed to feel her skin against mine. I broke the kiss, then removed the mask. I searched her eyes. There was no terror, no fear, only glistening tears of love. I felt her shiver against me as I pulled her close, my hand holding her cheek against mine."-Erik,"Progeny" by Becky L. Meadows
'I know he's going to spoil everything, blunder into the delicate fabric of my dream and rip it to shreds. If he doesn't stop hanging around her soon, he's going to meet with a fatal accident . . .' -Erik, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
"Insolent boy! This slave of fashion, basking in your glory! Ignorant fool! This brave young suitor, sharing in my triumph!" -The Phantom, ALW's musical
'The thought of that white rose filled me with bitter shame... Yearning to turn and reach out to him, I remained unable to conquer that inner fear; it was a chasm I dared not cross. And so I sat there, like the little mouse in Aesop's fable, not daring to look upon the lion bound by cruel ropes. Chained by fate and shackled by pride, he starved in silent pain; and because I lacked the courage of a rose, I could not set him free.' -Christine, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
'His voice was remarkably warm and resonant baritone, the tone characteristic of a trained actor, and he spoke English with only the faintest hint of a French accent.' - Henry Vernier, Sam Siciliano's "Angel of the Opera"
"This face, which earned a mother's fear and loathing... A mask, my first unfeeling scrap of clothing..." -The Phantom, ALW's Musical
"I sat on the divan and contented myself with watching him. He studied the keys a moment, then shuffled through some sheets of music. In a few moments the air around us thundered with glorious music that made me shudder with ecstasy. The music called to me, begged me to come to it, and I responded. I rose and walked to the side of the organ. Erik glanced at me; I could feel him smile beneath the mask. The music swirled around my head and robbed me of all rational thought. I gladly succumbed to it. It danced along my flesh, leaving small ripples of chills on my arms and back. My heart and soul were on fire. Erik's fingers moved over the keys, silently commanding the music to come forth and obey his every whim. Short bolts of electricity flew through me as I watched the muscles in his upper arms ripple under the black fabric of his suitcoat." -Christine, From "Progeny" by Becky L. Meadows
"It is customary to barter
before purchasing items in a bazaar," I reminded him sternly.
"The wretch is asking at least four times what she seriously hopes to receive.
He glanced at the infant on the woman's lap and then at the small, pinched
face peering from behind her shoulder.
She is poor and she has children
to feed. I am able to pay the price she asks without hardship... why should
I stand here and haggle with here like a miser?
"She expects it, Erik... I
tell you, it is the custom."
"F### your customs!" He said
succinctly. I watched dumbfounded as he dropped double the asking
price into the woman's trembling hand...
"Now," he said, turning to
me cheerfully, "tell me where I can buy an opium pipe and at least a crate
of that heavenly poppy cake one burns inside it."
-Nadir, Susan Kay's "Phantom"
"Let you mind start a journey through a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!" -The Phantom, ALW's Musical
'Erik played the strangest music I have every heard . . . it was beautiful, very sad - but beautiful. He made you feel the pain of being alone, of being born, and then he began to sing. No other man could have sing those melodies. Christine had said that his voice could encompass the range of a tenor, baritone, and bass, and she had not exaggerated. One moment he would hit a low E or F, the bottom notes of the bass; then he would soar above high C, that bane of tenors.' -Henry Vernier, Sam Siciliano's "Angel of the Opera"
"You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself. If you loved me I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased." -Erik, Gaston Leroux's "Le Fantome de l'Opera"
'Just then a river of lightening flowed down, flooding the roof with brilliant white light. I saw the Viscount and Christine, arms still about each other, faces raised, then turning my head I saw the green Apollo with some black form clinging to him like some monstrous growth... But the worst was that face along the god's, a white oval with black holes for its eyes, a smaller hole for a nose, and the gaping black mouth with all its teeth bared, the mouth howling in agony, but all that sound eclipsed by the cataclysmic bang of thunder.' -Henry Vernier, Sam Siciliano's "Angel of the Opera"
"We cried together! I have tasted all the happiness the world can offer!" -Erik, Gaston Leroux's "The Phantom of the Opera"
