Quotes from Susan Kay

Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.

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

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

None of us can choose where we shall love...

My mind has touched the farthest horizons of mortal imagination and reaches ever outward to embrace infinity. There is no knowledge beyond my comprehension, no art or skill upon this entire planet that lies beyond the mastery of my hand. And yet, like Faust, I look in vain, I learn in vain. . . . For as long as I live, no woman will ever look on me in love.

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

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

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

Great beauty is often perceived by human senses as pain.

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

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

Wherever this shadowed path might lead, we were both irrevocably committed to follow it to the end.

You must expect to make enemies." "I never expect to make anything else," he said.

None of us can chose where we will love.

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

A dark and towering shadow, rising like the phoenix from the ashes...malevolent...omnipotent...The Phantom of the Opera!

I am not forsaken! I'm no longer alone in the darkness! Before my eyes I see a thousand little devils lighting black candles along the path which leads toward the edge...the blindingly beautiful edge.

He saw the Queen and saw her for the first time with the mask of friendship removed, a figure suddenly as ruthless and terrible as ever her father had been... All their dazzling intimacy was an illusion, a mere straw in the wind, for in the last resort he was but a subject, as her mother had been.

Men like Robin were never content, and men like Robin were all she would ever love, grasping, ambitious reflections of herself... He would begin to plot and scheme behind her back, building up a court faction... To emerge from that final conflict as the victor, it would be necessary to kill him. And she knew she was capable of doing it-- it was as simple as that.

I want you to take off the mask, Erik, do you hear me? I want you to take it off right now. -Luciana

Ah, well...hell is full of burning boats, did you know that, Nadir? I daresay that's what makes it so bloody hot.

Words spoken in the heat of the moment may be forgiven; words preserved for ever on parchment may overreach their mark once passion has abated.

If the lion knew his true strength it were hard for any man rule him.

My mother had a dog once. She used to make it jump through a burning hoop to prove its devotion to her, until she found my father did it better. He jumped through that hoop for over six years. When he finally got tired of performing for her amusement he killed her. And that's what makes men such interesting pets, Markham - you never know when they're going to turn and bite.