I am an honest girl, M. le Vicomte de Chagny, and I don't lock myself up in my dressing-room with men's voices.

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.

Ordinary persons, he said, smiling, found no differences between men. The artist found them all.

I hope that what I am today is of positive benefit to other people.

Since the world began, God has raised up prophets who speak the will of heaven to the people of their times. It is our responsibility to listen and then apply the messages the Lord provides for us.

I wouldn't be surprised if Hillary's [Clinton] people had something to do with putting them on these evenings because that's what she did to Bernie Sanders.

Poetry is a comforting piece of fiction set to more or less lascivious music.

It's the bond between mother and child, which is really for us and for chimps and other primates, the root of all the expressions of social behavior.

So may'st thou live, till like ripe fruit thou drop Into thy mother's lap.

I'm nuts and I know it. But so long as I make 'em laugh, they ain't going to lock me up.

It is one to say you have faith and another to be in a tight corner and prove it.

Honey, I am going to my grave with my eyelashes and my makeup on.