Erik ! Erik! I saved your life! Remember!You were sentenced to death! But for me, you would be dead now!

She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!

If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.

Erik is not truly dead. He lives on within the souls of those who choose to listen to the music of the night.

Everybody knows that orthopaedic science provides beautiful false noses for those who have lost their noses naturally or as the result of an operation.

You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!

You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself.

An author really ought to have nothing but flowers in the room where he works.

There are times where excessive innocence seems so monstrous that it becomes hateful.

Everyone dies. I just choose the time and place for some of them!

Erik: Are you very tired? Christine: Oh, tonight I gave you my soul, and I am dead. Erik: Your soul is a beautiful thing, child. No emperor received so fair a gift. The angels wept to-night.

Every fact that is learned becomes a key to other facts.

I know too well the poison and the sting Of things too sweet.

Nothing is perfect. Life is messy. Relationships are complex. Outcomes are uncertain. People are irrational.

I'm not great at bedtime stories. Bedtime stories are supposed to put the kid to sleep. My kid gets riled up and then my wife has to come in and go, 'All right! Get out of the room.'

There are some people who're all doctors. Is it genetic?

People don't live or die, people just float.

You'd figure he'd go do something with his life, like maybe he could enlist and actually become a marine!

Peter Falk and Denis Leary today walked into a Starbucks and shot 27 people, without any announcement whatsoever.

There are demons and there are evil people in the world, and you post a picture like that and some cultist gets a hold of it or a coven and they begin muttering curses against an unborn child.

I have two hands. I can hold two medals.