"She had shrouded her face in the wedding veil, and seeing this I suddenly knew a moment of intense remorse. I’d totally dismantled this child… taken her to pieces in my crazed determination to make her heart tick in harmony with my own. I’d taught her to sing like one of God’s own angels, I’d loved her more than anything else upon this earth… but my love had destroyed her."
— Susan Kay, Phantom
"I sank into the music as though it were a warm pool of soothing water and let myself drift and float along the staves, improvising subtly and building new melodies. I ceased to be aware of my surroundings and the relentless passage of time that brought morning to this world of eternal darkness; I ceased to think… and to hear… never even seeing the merciless little hand which came up behind me and stripped the mask away."
— Susan Kay, Phantom
"She was a lovely, wilting flower that I longed to rescue from the strangling creep of weeds. I wanted to plant her safely in the labyrinth beneath the Opera House, to hide her from the world so that no one else should ever find her, hurt her… take her away from me. I could make her grow… I knew I could make her grow… if only I dared to reach out and lift her from the barren, acrid soil that was stifling her natural talent."
— Susan Kay, Phantom
“Night after night the nightingale came to beg for divine love, but though the rose trembled at the sound of his voice, her petals remained closed to him…” Susan Kay, Phantom
