Цитаты из книги Phantom

Не подходи к краю! Не помню, кто сказал это мне, и по какому поводу, но, как ни странно, мне вдруг ясно вспомнился мой ответ. Почему? Почему я никогда не должен подходить к краю?

I have completed the final process of metamorphosis... All that remains to be done is for me to tear through the chrysalis of mortality and reveal the ravening black-winged creature that lusts to live. A dark and towering shadow, rising like the phoenix from the ashes... malevolent... omnipotent... The Phantom of the Opera!

To be so corrupted with vice and yet maintain a child's essential innocence! Strange, but whenever I looked at him I found myself remembering that Lucifer himself had been an angel before he fell....I felt cold at the thought of what tragedies might ensue if Erik should ever open his eyes and fall in love. Surely God, who had punished him so cruely in his birth, would spare him the cruel travesty of such sight..

He wished always to surround himself with beauty and I knew that a diamond or a butterfly was of equal value in his eyes.

Music was the secret sanctuary of my soul; music was my god, the only master I would ever serve again. I wished I could build a monument to its glory, a shrine where I could worship and revere. It would be a fitting act of homage to raise a mausoleum dedicated to the splendors of harmony and lyric, a wonderful fusion of my deepest creative urges. Something vast and resplendent… something on a scale never before conceived… an opera house perhaps…

All the tenderness and all the hatred ever generated in the world from man's most basic instinct was captured between the staves of that manuscript. And still it was not enough to grant me final release that would let me forget, let me rest.

"There is no God," he said with sad, quiet certainty. "There are beautiful churches, there is beautiful music... but there is no God."

The end of innocence ... Like Adam, I had eaten of the tree of knowledge and been condemned, in consequence, to wander the face of the earth. But my Eden was full of cruel nettles and vicious thorns ... I could not look back on its loss with any regret.

I have often thought that I would have been quite happy as a spider. Even a spider has the right to a mate.

My voice was my only one beauty, my only one power, my only hope.

There's so much darkness in my head, sometimes it frightens me too... but it need not be like this, Christine. If I could just live like other men, walk through the Bois in daylight and feel the sun and wind upon my naked face... Oh Christine, I would be dare to do so many things if you were there beside me as my wife.

I'd totally dismantled this child... taken her to pieces in my crazed determination to make her heart tick in harmony with my own. I'd taught her to sing like one of God's angels, I'd loved her more than anything else upon this earth... but my love had destroyed her, reduced her to a pitiful creature barely aware of her own actions... made her as mad as I was myself.

Time ravages beauty and preserves plainness.

"You must expect to make enemies." "I never expect to make anything else," he said.

Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.

In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic — until the day I learned that animals have no souls.

I see you don't care for my voice half as well when it speaks of things you do not wish to hear. Simple words can be reduced to obscenities by my tongue, can they not? ... Wife ... Husband ... Love

Oh, yes, I believe in You... I've always believed in You! You're so infinitely cold and cruel, You simply have to exist! I've seen enough of Your handiwork in my time, and it knocks my malice into palest insignificance by comparison.

Happiness is like the first intoxication of morphine. It doesn't last very long.