All beauty must have its imperfections, all happiness its share of sorrow.

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

I can make anything disappear, if I really want to.

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

Death was the ultimate power and I his eager, willing apprentice.

Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.

I had reached up and pulled the castle of dreams down around him.