Susan Kay

British writer
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Susan Kay (born 1952) is an English novelist.



Based on the Gaston Leroux novel The Phantom of the Opera

  • I can make anything disappear, if I really want to.
    • Erik (p. 90)
  • I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.
    Even a spider has the right to a mate.
    • Erik (p. 92)
  • Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.
    • Erik (p. 129)
  • Memories are like fireflies darting across the surface of my mind, showing me here and there images so sharp and vivid that I catch my breath in wonder before the vignette disappears, sinking like a pebble into the quicksand of regret and recrimination.
    • Giovanni (p. 133)
  • For a moment I thought I knew exactly how Christ must have felt as He called John.
    • Giovanni (p. 138)
  • Ah, well... hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.
    • Erik (p. 289)
  • 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 love, no woman will ever look on me in love.
    • Erik (p. 303)
  • 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 sobriquet 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.
    • Erik (p. 360)
  • Up in box five I blinked in surprised amusement. That was a new one! Little Giry should be writing Gothic novels, not prancing around the stage dressed as a water nymph!
    • Erik (p. 380)
  • Awful things!... truly awful. The floor in our dressing room starts to run with blood... disembodied hands come out of the wall and crawl across the stage.
    • Meg Giry (p. 380)
  • Hell is not a place, it's a state of mind and body; hell is obsession with a voice, a face, a name.
    • Erik (p. 384)
  • Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.
    It doesn't last very long.
    • Erik (p. 397)
  • Killing is like riding, you see, one never really loses the knack.
    • Erik (p. 431)
  • Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him...
    Flower and bird, two species never meant to mate. Yet at length the rose overcame her fear and from that single, forbidden union was born the red rose that Allah never intended the world to know.
    • Christine Daae (p. 433)
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