You are my creator, but I am your master; Obey!

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

Her countenance was all expression; her eyes were not dark but impenetrably deep; you seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance.

Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature. Oh, praise the eternal justice of man!

Invention consists in the capacity of seizing on the capabilities of a subject, and in the power of moulding and fashioning ideas suggested to it.

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

From my infancy I was imbued with high hopes and a lofty ambition.