Phantom Quotes

“None of us can choose where we shall love...”
― Susan Kay, Phantom

“They played at hearts as other children might play at ball; only, as it was really their two hearts that they flung to and fro, they had to be very, very handy to catch them, each time, without hurting them.”
― Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

“When the river of emotions bursts its banks and expectations go over the edges of reality, the brain creates hallucinations. Ringxiety-stricken people feel illusive vibrating alerts and hear phantom phone rings, since absence of ringing generates scaring emptiness and destroys their self-esteem. ("Kein Schwein ruft mich an" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mortal imagination and reaches ever outward to embrace infinity. There is no knowledge beyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies beyond the mastery of my hand. And yet, like Faust, I look in vain, I learn in vain. . . . For as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.”
― Susan Kay, Phantom

“They weren’t a centuries old hunter and a seventeen year old girl, sitting here at the edge of the world. They were just two people, Bonnie and Damon.”
― LJ Smith, Dark Reunion

“If on thoughts of death we are fed,
Thus, a coffin, became my bed.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Phantom Phantasia: Twenty Illustrated Poems Inspired by Gaston Leroux's Opera Ghost

“you dear, sweet, tantalizing phantom--hardly flesh at all; so that when I put my arms round you I almost expect them to pass through you as through air!”
― Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure

“She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik”
― Susan Kay, Phantom

“You see," he continued, beginning to feel better, "once there was no time at all, and people found it very inconvenient. They never knew wether they were eating lunch or dinner, and they were always missing trains. So time was invented to help them keep track of the day and get to places where they should. When they began to count all the time that was available, what with 60 seconds in a minute and 60 minutes in an hour and 24 hours in a day and 365 days in a year, it seemed as if there was much more than could ever be used. 'If there's so much of it, it couldn't be very valuable,' was the general opinion, and it soon fell into dispute. People wasted it and even gave it away. Then we were giving the job of seeing that no one wasted time again," he said, sitting up proudly. "It's hard work but a noble calling. For you see"- and now he was standing on the seat, one foot on the windshield, shouting with his ams outstretched- "it is our most valuable possession, more precious than diamonds. It marches on, it and tide wait for no man, and-"
At that point in the speech the car hit a bump in the road and the watchdog collapsed in a heap on the front seat with his alarm ringing furiously.”
― Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth

“A mask you ask? Optional I find!
Masks lend appeal of a mysterious kind.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Phantom Phantasia: Twenty Illustrated Poems Inspired by Gaston Leroux's Opera Ghost

“There comes a stage at which a man would rather die cleanly by a bullet than by the unknown terror of the phantom in the forest.”
― Tahir Shah, House of the Tiger King : The Quest for a Lost City

“True beauty lies not upon gilded veneers,
But found in the soul within.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Phantom Phantasia: Twenty Illustrated Poems Inspired by Gaston Leroux's Opera Ghost

“Ah, well...hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.”
― Susan Kay, Phantom

“I came here to learn who John Parsons is, and the only thing I know is that he comes home to the most beautiful woman alive.”
― HD Carlton

“She plagues my mind, infecting it like a parasite and overriding any autonomy over myself. My free will is indebted to her, and without her, I am nothing.
I shut the door to my Cadillac and can only sit there and mourn the life of John Parsons’s wife.
She will never be the same, as I am not.
Her husband has unintentionally dragged her into a world where she doesn’t belong.
Yet it is I who will never let her leave.”
― HD Carlton

“I’m a bad man, but I won’t be her monster.
No.
I want to be her savior.”
― HD Carlton

“If Genevieve is my end, then I open the door to death with no hesitation.”
― HD Carlton

“You don’t want me,” I surmise breathlessly. “So, what do you want?”
He shakes his head in disagreement, and when his lips part, I cease to breathe.
“I want you so badly, it hurts to breathe without you near,” he whispers softly, finally—finally—gracing me with his voice.
“W-why?” I force out finally, the word coming out as a pathetic squeak
“Because you possess my lungs, as you do my heart, Genevieve. And I intend to take yours for myself,” he answers, his voice deepening
impossibly further.
His other hand closes around mine, where I hold the blade to his throat. He doesn’t remove it from his skin but rather presses it in deeper.
I gasp, resisting, but he doesn’t allow it.
“I will bleed for you, mia rosa, but I must require you to bleed for me, too,”
― HD Carlton

“I love you.”
“I hope you weren’t hoping for a romantic moment,” I babble. “Because that was entirely unromantic of me. I’m a little ashamed that—”
“If I could, I’d lower to a knee on this checkered floor and ask for your hand. It would be entirely unromantic of me, but it wouldn’t stop me, either.”
“Love cannot define what I feel for you. But I will settle for it with my words and show you what I truly feel with my actions,”
― HD Carlton

“You look absolutely divine today, my love,”
“How divine?”
“Enough to feast on,”
“Then prove it,”
“You want me to eat you, mia rosa?”
“Well, n-not actually. I—I didn’t mean—” I huff, frustrated with my stuttering. “I want you to touch me, Ronaldo. Please.”
“These clothes look exquisite on you, Genevieve.”
“Your clothes would look so much better on the floor, though, don’t you think?”
“On the floor?”
He hums his approval”
― HD Carlton

“Would you like to see?” I ask, staring up at Ronaldo through my lashes. “I think this blouse would be a fine addition to the checkered pattern.”.
“Sit down there,” he directs, pointing toward the dining room table.
Utterly confused, my mouth flops.
“Did I do something wr—”
“No, mia rosa, you could never.” His tone is deeper now, and my lips part when I notice the rather large bulge in his trousers.
Excitement replaces any ugly feelings I had moments before, and I pivot on my feet and do as he says.
his footsteps echo from behind me, approaching me as slowly as he always
does. Like a predator stalking his prey, keeping himself hidden until the second he pounces.
He pauses directly behind me
“A queen has more important duties than undressing herself. Let me take care of that for you.”
― HD Carlton

“Lift up for me, love,” he orders gently, his voice lined with gravel.
I obey without question, allowing him to slide my slacks down until they drop to my feet and I kick free of them.
“Ravishing,” he breathes. “Nothing could compare to the likes of you, my love. You are the most beautiful flower and the rarest gem, more breathtaking than any of earth’s wonders.”
― HD Carlton

“la vie est une grande mascarade, alors laissez les bons temps rouler.
"Life is one big masquerade, so let the good times roll.”
― Greer Rivers, Phantom

“You wanted to know why I started to follow you? It's because I saw your darkness that night, Scarlett. Your darkness called to mine. My life was pitch black before you. You were the moonlight to my midnight.”
― Greer Rivers, Phantom

“I am a chimney which has been smoked.
Out of breath and out of warmth.

My air carries murky whispers
and inky phantoms.

Loneliness lingers in my chamber.

Still,
I remain standing high in the derecho.

Sunlight cannot reach my depths,
and moonlight only illuminates
my exfoliating rocks."

― Iqra Iqbal, Choked Chimney”
― Iqra Iqbal

“My voice was my one beauty, my only power, my only hope; my voice would open a magic pathway into her life. I could not steal her body—but I could steal her voice and weld it irretrievably with mine; I could take it and mold it and make it mine forever, one little part of her that no other man should ever possess. All I had to do was break the silence that stood like a wall between us.”
― Susan Kay, Phantom

“Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name…”
― Susan Kay, Phantom

“There is no legend without artistic license, no tale that will not benefit from the fertile imagination of the storyteller. And what imagination those girls had! Better than mine at times; sometimes I took notes for future reference! So the game was already well established when I began to see how it might gain me rather more than a good laugh. The Opera Ghost was growing weary of his role as an un-paid amusement. Perhaps it was time he applied to the management for a salary.

The more I thought about it, the better I liked the idea. The corps de ballet were already calling me "the Phantom of the Opera," an intriguing soubriquet which appealed to me very strongly, until I realized that it would mean signing my ransom notes P. T. O. One did not wish to descend to the ridiculous!

O.G. I became and O.G. I have remained. But I still liked to think of myself as the Phantom…”
― Susan Kay, Phantom

“Still he made no move to obey her, and the khanum stirred restlessly, made uneasy by such unprecedented defiance. "If you have no great attachment to your head," she continued slowly, "perhaps you would prefer to share the fate of a Chinese eunuch and carry your genitalia around with you in a small jar of brine."

He made a graceful shrug of mocking indifference. "Are you so sure a small jar would contain me, madame?”
― Susan Kay, Phantom

“My mouth dropped open in astonishment, for nothing in his grim and austere appearance had prepared me for his voice. Even in that cold, clipped comment its astonishing beauty was quite unmistakable. Only those who heard him speak and sing will ever know just what a voice could be, for it was necessary to hear the extraordinary resonance and depth of timbre to truly understand the magnitude of his power. I never expected to hear such a voice outside paradise. To encounter it here, in this drafty, ill-lit tent, held its own kind of terror, for who was he—what was he?—to be possessed of such divinity of sound? That first moment when I heard him speak I wondered whether I beheld an angel or a devil; and even now, after all these years, it is a question I still ask myself. For each time I thought I finally knew the answer, he would only confound me once again.”
― Susan Kay, Phantom