“...who is the hunchback in my comic opera, but me? I'm crippled on the inside and unable to make the gestures of love...”

“Christine:In sleep he sang to meIn dreams he came.That voice which calls to me,And speaks my name.And do I dream again?For now I find,The phantom of the opera is here,Inside my mindPhantom:Sing once again with me ,Our strange duet.My power over you,Grows strenger yet.And though you turn from me,To glace behind.The phantom of the opera is there,Inside your mind♥ ♥ The Phantom of the Opera ♥ ♥”

“I say, darling, who is that lovely?''Let me look through my opera glasses, Bubsy. Oh, look at that. It IS a princess, you can ALWAYS spot them.”

“It's in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I'm clearly dramatic.”

“He leaned in then and kissed me again, sweet and soft and tender, silencing my arguments and stealing my breath, making me wonder how one simple gesture could be so tragically lovely.”

“I'm alive inside. A bird is my heart. Mama and Daddy is not win. I'm winning. I'm drinking hot chocolate in the Village wif girls--all kind who love me. How that is so I don't know. How Mama and Daddy kknow me sixteen years and hate me, how a stranger meet me and love me. Must be what they already had in they pocket. ”