I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.

The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.

The world to me was a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.

How mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery!

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 world the deepest mysteries of creation.

What terrified me will terrify others; and I need only describe the spectre which had haunted my midnight pillow.

We are fashioned creatures, but half made up. - Victor Frankenstein