"My imagination was always my best friend."

"So much has been done, exclaimed the soul of Frankenstein—more, far more, will I achieve; treading in the steps already marked, I will pioneer a new way, explore unknown powers, and unfold to the worl…"

"Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it."

"Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; …"

"The sentiment of immediate loss in some sort decayed, while that of utter, irremediable loneliness grew on me with time."