Our best works are shot through with sin and contain something for which we need to be forgiven.
But do you love me? If Erik were good-looking, would you love me, Christine?
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.
why do you condemn a man whom you have never met, whom no one knows and about whom even you yourself know nothing?
Look!You want to see? See! Feast your eyes, glut your soul on my cursed ugliness! Look at Erik's face! Now you know the face of the voice! You were not content to hear me, eh? You wanted to know what I looked like? Oh, you women are so inquisitive! Well, are you satisfied? I'm a good-looking fellow, eh?. . . When a woman has seen me, as you have, she belongs to me. She loves me forever! I am a kind of Don Juan, you know!. . . Look at me! I am Don Juan Triumphant! -Erik in The Phantom of the Opera
Sometimes, the Angel [of Music] leans over the cradle. . . and that is how there are little prodigies who play the fiddle at six better than men of fifty, which, you must admit is very wonderful. Sometimes, the Angel comes much later, because the children are naughty and won't learn their lessons or practice their scales. And sometimes, he does not come at all, because the children have a wicked heart or a bad conscience.
She's singing to-night to bring the chandelier down!
The most important thing is to be proud of the work that you put into something, and put the ego aside.
America, the land of the free, is turning itself into the land of the free ride. [U. S. airlines] are operating in protected markets. They are hoovering up public funds and they still can't make a profit.
I don't throw my clothes out after one wear. Shocking, I know.
If I hadn't been an actress, I was thinking seriously about going into psychology. It's just really what I'm interested in: the human psyche and how we process information.