He asked only to be ‘someone,’ like everybody else.

Yes, he was found hanging in the third-floor cellar!” “It’s the ghost!” little Giry blurted, as though in spite of herself; but she at once corrected herself, with her hands pressed to her mouth: “No, no! – I didn’t say it! – I didn’t say it! – – ” All around her, her panic-stricken companions repeated under their breaths: “Yes – it must be the ghost!” Sorelli was very pale.

Tonight I gave you my soul and I am dead.

Everything that concerns you interests me greatly, as you will perhaps one day come to appreciate.

His manner, his words – everything about him told me to trust him.

There is a terrible mystery around us... a mystery much more to be feared than any number of ghosts or genii!

The shadow had followed behind them, clinging to their steps; and the two children little suspected its presence when they at last sat down, trustingly, under the mighty protection of Apollo, who, with a great bronze gesture, lifted his huge lyre to the heart of a crimson sky.

I’m sick and tired of having a forest and a torture chamber in my house... I want to have a nice quiet flat with ordinary doors and windows and a wife inside it, like anybody else!

I sing only for you! Tonight I gave you my soul, and I’m dead!

Tonight she’s still wearing the gold ring, and you’re not the one who gave it to her. Tonight she gave her soul again, but not to you.