She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik

Killing is like riding, you see. One never really loses the knack.

And it's really very difficult to kill someone when all your inner instincts would oblige you to take off your hat first!

I have often thought I would have been quite happy as a spider.Even a spider has the right to a mate.

In point of fact I was a perfectly devoted and dutiful little Catholic—until the day I learned that animals have no souls.

She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik

Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.