"As I stood looking down on her I was overwhelmed by the dismal futility of my insane impulse. Why had I brought her here? I couldn't keep her in a state of trance for the rest of her days; I didn't want a mindless, mechanical doll, an automaton without choice. I wanted Christine, all of Christine. And I could not have her..." ~ Excerpt from Susan Kay's "Phantom"
"Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night." - The Phantom of the Opera