"A black lake, hidden from man and the sun, leading to the Phantom's rendezvouz."

"Into the midst of the reverly, strode a sprectal figure, robed in red."

"Look not upon my mask — think rather of my devotion which has brought you the gift of song."

"I have brought you here — five cellars underground — because I love you! For long weary months I have awaited this ho…"

"Men once knew me as Erik, but for many years I have lived in these cellars, a nameless legend."

"[letter to Christine] My dear Christine - You are in no peril as long as you do not touch my mask. You will be free a…"

"Feast your eyes! Glut your soul on my accursed ugliness!"

"Since first I saw your face, this music has been singing to me of you and of — love triumphant! Yet listen — there so…"

"[as the Red Death] Beneath your dancing feet are the tombs of tortured men! Thus does The Red Death rebuke your merri…"

"Sanctuary of song lovers, The Paris Opera House, rising nobly over medical torture chambers, hidden dungeons, long fo…"