Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves.

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.

Animal allies are all around, offering beauty and connection.

When you believe, incredible things happen. You set divine forces into motion.

On my fifteenth birthday, I came to realize that the expression spoiled rotten meant exactly that. We kids were the apples of our parents' eyes, and I, for one, was rotting from inside out.

Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.

The feeling of 'turning into your dad' is nothing compared to the realisation that your son is turning into you.

The struggle is part of your story but Everything will be in place in the right situation at a perfect time.

I was there when the quote-unquote golden age of musical theater was flourishing. I met everybody who worked in theater or was famous in theater from the '40s on.

Oh, they loved dearly: their souls kissed, they kissed with their eyes, they were both but one single kiss.

I'm incredibly grateful for the time I spent with STOMP and even more so for the skills and awareness I developed as a performer during that time.

But the real tragedy was that 15 hadn't been colored yet. (telling Gator fans that a fire at Auburn's football dorm had destroyed 20 books