Frankenstein Quotes
Frankenstein Quote of the day
Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust?
There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.
The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.
Seek happiness in tranquility and avoid ambition even if it be only the apparently innocent one of distinguishing yourself in science and discoveries.
The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!
I'm alive but I have no life. I'm alive but also dead. I'm dead and alive.
We make our own monsters, then fear them for what they show us about ourselves.
Imagine that you are more than nothing. Evil made you, but you are no more evil than a child unborn. If you want, if you seek, if you hope, who is to say that your hope might not be answered?
Whether consciousness is implanted in us by something divine, or whether it is created by the efforts of our brains, the end result is the same. We are.
Eventually, a collection ceases to be a personal indulgence and assumes its own identity. In fact, it becomes a thing in its own right - rather like Frankenstein's monster.
The stuff of nightmares is not only relegated to unconscious thoughts upon a pillow, safely beneath an eiderdown.
I now understand why the people chased Frankenstein up the mountain with torches. It was not because he was ugly but because they were. :)
My imagination, unbidden, possessed and guided me, gifting the successive images that arose in my mind with a vivdness far beyond the usual bounds of reverie....
Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.
...it will be a world made not bright but brighter, not clean but cleaner.
For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.
Cursed, cursed creator! Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed?
How has he moved so quickly from childlike naïvité to existential panic?
Mary Shelley may well have invented science fiction. I think she did! But after that it seemed to be a boys' game.
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation
You have done well so far, my magnificent creature. Soon you will be with me.
This advice, although good, was totally inapplicable to my case.
