"No, what I love best," Lotte said, "is when I'm asleep in my bed and the Angel of Music sings songs in my head... the Angel of Music sings songs in my head..."

"Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is the face in the mask?"

"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime"

"His eyes will find me there, Those eyes that burn! And if he has to kill a thousand men, the Phantom of the Opera will kill and kill again! My God who is this man who hunts to kill? I can't escape from him, I never will. And in this labyrinth where night is blind the Phantom of the Opera is there inside my mind"

"Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live? Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice? He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good. I know I can't refuse, and yet I wish I could. Oh, God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me in this, the Phantom's opera?"

"Angel or father, friend or phantom? Who is it there, staring...? Angel, oh, speak! What endless longing echo in this whisper?"

"Angel of Music .You deceived me .I gave my mind blindly."

"Raoul I've been there! To his world of unending light. To his world where the daylight dissolves into darkness, darkness. Raoul I've seen him! Can I ever forget that sight? Can I ever forget that face so badly deformed it was hardly face in that darkness"

"Order your fine horses, be with them at the door!"

"Those who speak of what they know, find too late that prudent silence is wise. Joseph Buquet, hold your tongue! He will burn you with the heat of his eyes!"

"Who scorn his words, beware to those. The Angel sees, the Angel knows."

"The world forgot him, but I never can, for in this darkness, I have seen him again."

"Messieurs, believe me! I intend you no ill, but messieurs, be careful, we have seen him kill!"

"I watched your face from the shadow distant through all the applause"

"I hear your voice in the darkness, yet the words aren't yours!"

"He's there the phantom of the opera!"

"Joanne: Take me for what I am... Maureen: A control freak! Joanne: Who I was meant to be... Maureen: A snob yet overattentive! Joanne: And if you give a damn... Maureen: A lovable droll geek! Joanne: Take me baby, or leave me! Maureen: And anal retentive!"

"But I die without you."

"But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue."

"The mind churns, the heart yearns, the tears dry without you."

"Life goes on, but I'm gone 'cause I die without you."

"You'll never share real love until you love yourself. I should know!"

"I'd be happy to die for a taste of what Angel had — someone to live for, unafraid to say "I love you""

"Joanne: We used to have this fight each night! She never admit I existed! Mimi: He was the same way. He was always run away, hit the road, don't commit, you're full of shit!"

"You all said you'd be cool today, so please, for my sake! I can't believe he's gone; I can't believe you're going. I can't believe this family must die! Angel helped us believe in love. I can't believe you disagree! I can't believe this is goodbye."

"Roger: Mark's got his work, they say Mark lives for his work and Mark's in love with his work. Mark hides in his work. Mark: From what? Roger: Facing your failure, facing your loneliness, facing the fact you live a lie. Yes you live a lie! Tell you why! You're always preaching not to be numb, but that's how you thrive. You pretend to create and observe when you really detach from being alive! Mark: Perhaps it's because I'm the one of us to survive! Roger: Poor baby!"

"You don't want baggage without lifetime guarantees. You don't want to watch me die."

"I just came to say goodbye love. Goodbye love. Just came to say goodbye love. Goodbye. Just came to say goodbye love. Goodbye love. Goodbye love, hello disease."

"(Mark) Don't breathe do deep. Don't think all day. Dive into work. Drive the other way that drip of hurt. That pint of shame, goes away just play the game."

"(Mark) You're living in America. Leave your conscience at the tone. And when you're living in America at the end of the millennium. You're what you own."

"(Roger) The film maker cannot see (Mark) And the song writer cannot hear (Roger) Yet I see Mimi everywhere (Mark) Angel's voice is in my ear."

"(Roger) Just tighten those shoulder's *(Mark) Just clench your jaw till you frown. *(Roger and Mark) Just don't let go or you may frown."

"(Mark and Roger) You're living in America at the end of the millennium- you're living in America, where it's like the twilight zone."

"(Mark and Roger) What was it about that night? Connection in an isolating age. For once the shadows gave way to light. For once I didn't disengage."

"(Mark starts) Angel I hear you I hear it. I see it! I see it my film"

"And when you're dying in America at the end of the millennium. You're not alone. I'm not alone."

"How do you measure the life of a woman or man? In truth that she learned, or in times that he cried, in bridges he burned or the way that she died?"

"525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes. How do you measure, measure a year?"

"Gospel solo during chorus: Love is a gift from up above. Share love, give love, spread love, measure, measure your life in love."

"How do you measure a last year on Earth?"

"In diapers, report cards, in spoked wheels, in speeding tickets. In contracts, dollars, in funerals in births, in 525,600 minutes, how do you figure a last year on earth? Figure in love, figure in love, figure in love, measure in love. Seasons of love."

"Maureen [eulogizing at Angel's funeral]: You always said how lucky we were that we were all friends. But it was us baby, who were the lucky ones."

"No day but today."

"Mimi [quoting what Angel said to a skinhead the first time Angel and Mimi met]: I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, and more of a woman than you'll ever get."

"Mimi: Life's too short babe, time is flying, I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine."

"Mark: There are times when we're dirt broke, hungry, and freezing, and I ask myself, why the hell am I still living here? And then they call and I remember."

"Collins: Merry Christmas Bitches!"

"Give in to love or live in fear."