While there are things about which one does not boast, there are others for which to be pitied would be all too humiliating.

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!

All I wanted was to be loved for myself." (Erik)

He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.

when a man", continued Raoul, "adopts such romantic methods to entice a young girl's affections. ..""The man must be either a villain, or the girl a fool: is that it?

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!

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.

... forgiveness is a four letter word: Love.

A very smart woman once told me that anger can feel like a life buoy, like it's the only thing keeping you afloat, but that in order to heal you have to let go.

O how vain and vile a passion is this fear! What base uncomely things it makes men do.

Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.

Men are good but women are magic.

Be a father, if not, why bother, son? A boy can make 'em, but a man can raise one. If you did it, admit it and stick with it.

The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.

As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come.

Where there is no waste, there is no want.

This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars. We hit the lottery, boy, it's in ya wallets!