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.

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!

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.

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

When we destroy the fertile lands, we destroy our own good life!

Would you rather be right, or would you rather be happy?

Loving people live in a loving world. Hostile people live in a hostile world. Same world.

Boyfriends have to understand my needs. I shower four times a day.

If one woman is suffering, then we are all suffering, and we need to put a voice to that.

We should have a conversation when we hang up.

A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white.

No no no! Don't clap! No no no, you make me seem like I'm like a prophet or something and I'm so not!

But if God is gone and man is no longer master, then who is master?

Yet will that beauteous image make The dreary sea less drear And thy remembered smile will wake The hope that tramples fear