“Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by such slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity or ruin.Chapter 2 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“The world was to me a secret which I desired to divine. Curiosity, earnest research to learn the hidden laws of nature, gladness akin to rapture, as they were unfolded to me, are among the earliest sensations I can remember.Chapter 2 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“Chance—or rather the evil influence, the Angel of Destruction, which asserted omnipotent sway over me from the moment I turned my reluctant steps from my father's door—led me first to M. KrempeChapter 3 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world. A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me.Chapter 4 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“From the midst of this darkness a sudden light broke in upon me—a light so brilliant and wondrous, yet so simple, that while I became dizzy with the immensity of the prospect which it illustrated, I was surprised that among so many men of genius who had directed their inquiries towards the same science, that I alone should be reserved to discover so astonishing a secret.Chapter 4 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“I had desired it with an ardour that far exceeded moderation; but now that I had finished, the beauty of the dream vanished, and breathless horror and disgust filled my heart.Chapter 5 · Victor Frankenstein · ★★★★☆→
“The blue lake and snow-clad mountains—they never change; and I think our placid home and our contented hearts are regulated by the same immutable laws.Chapter 6 · Elizabeth Lavenza · ★★★★☆→
“A selfish pursuit had cramped and narrowed me, until your gentleness and affection warmed and opened my senses; I became the same happy creature who, a few years ago, loved and beloved by all, had no sorrow or care.Chapter 6 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“My tale was not one to announce publicly; its astounding horror would be looked upon as madness by the vulgar. Did any one indeed exist, except I, the creator, who would believe, unless his senses convinced him, in the existence of the living monument of presumption and rash ignorance which I had let loose upon the world?Chapter 7 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→
“I considered the being whom I had cast among mankind, and endowed with the will and power to effect purposes of horror, such as the deed which he had now done, nearly in the light of my own vampire, my own spirit let loose from the grave, and forced to destroy all that was dear to me.Chapter 7 · Narrator · ★★★★☆→