I Trembled, And My Heart Failed Within

The Whole Series Of My Life Appeared To Me As A Dream; I Sometimes Doubted If Indeed It Were All True, For It Never Presented Itself To My Mind With The Force Of Reality.

I Could Not Understand Why Men Who Knew All About Good And Evil Could Hate And Kill Each Other.

I, A Miserable Wretch, Haunted By A Curse That Shut Up Every Avenue To Enjoyment.

What Is There So Fearful As The Expectation Of Evil Tidings Delayed? ... Misery Is A More Welcome Visitant When She Comes In Her Darkest Guise And Wraps Us In Perpetual Black, For Then The Heart No Longer Sickens With Disappointed Hope.

We Are Fashioned Creatures, But Half Made Up. - Victor Frankenstein