He appears close to my age. The left half of his face stands out beneath the hood: one side of plump lips, one squared angle of a chin. Two coppery-colored eyes look back at me – bright and metallic. The sight makes me do a double take. As far as he is from the car, I shouldn’t be able to make out the color, yet they glimmer in the shadow of his cape, like pennies catching a flashlight’s glare in a deep well.

— A.G. Howard

That´s the problem with planning a late night supper after the opera, not only does the hero or the heroine die singing, but you end up famished after the last notes of the finale.

— E.A. Bucchianeri

(Referring to the piano's natural shape) Isn't it a shame when those big fat opera singers lean against the pianos and bend them?

— Victor Borge

How do you hate someone who pulled you from the brink of death, not once, but twice?

— A.G. Howard

Maybe being here won’t be so bad after all… as long as I can avoid the music, the bloodthirsty diva duo, and the phantom’s shadow lurking around every corner.

— A.G. Howard

It's in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I'm clearly dramatic.

— Mariah Carey

Opera lovers may be the narrowest people in the world.

— Haruki Murakami

Opera? Just what the world needs: more fat women screaming.

— Peter Boyle

He’d walked as a ghost in the gloomy bowels of this opera house for so long, darkness had become his brother, which was fitting, since his father was the night, and sunlight their forgotten friend.

— A.G. Howard

The opera is to music what a bawdy house is to a cathedral.

— H. L. Mencken