He had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world; and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar.

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.

Opinions are based on experiences and experience is always connected with emotions. Anything linked with emotions is always biased.

Crazy people. They never think they're crazy. Their craziness makes perfect sense to them.

Why is it that so many people think all the answers are in their wallet?

I'm freakishly competitive, so I set a date to achieve a certain weight or fitness.

To see the angel in the malady requires an eye for the invisible, a certain blinding of one eye and an opening of the other to elsewhere.

Half talent is no talent.

I don't believe in yesterday, by the way.

Release early and often.

Some of us cling to our curses if we haven't anything better to cling to!

Human existence is based upon two pillars: Compassion and knowledge. Compassion without knowledge is ineffective; knowledge without compassion is inhuman.