But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine?

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.

I'd grown impervious to all three of his facial expressions.

Half demon, half human, wholly f*cked." ~ Muse

Stand tall, my friends, when the fool comes around.

My favourite films are in languages I don't understand.

Cunning and treachery are the offspring of incapacity.

Meditate and bath in the light of eternity. Nothing else is worthwhile.

We hope for the future, then we reach for the past.

I love singing, and I came to absolutely adore it in the later part of my career.

The suburbs: signs of life, but no proofs.

The miracle is to walk on the earth.