If you have to ask if a clothing item is a dress or a top, it is always a top.
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!
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!
Of course you're always at liberty to judge the critic. Judge people as critics, however, and you'll condemn them all!
Fear is where the information is.
And political parties, overanxious for vote catching, become tolerant to intolerant groups.
The English may not like music, but they absolutely love the noise it makes.