Of what a strange nature is knowledge! It clings to a mind when it has once seized on it like a lichen on a rock." - Frankenstein p115

I trembled, and my heart failed within me; when, on looking up, I saw, by the light of the moon, the daemon at the casement.

But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.

One as deformed and horrible as myself, could not deny herself to me. My companion must be of the same species, and have the same defects... with whom I can live in the interchange of those sympathies necessary for my being.

The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.

But soon, I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct.

...if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, occasioned by this or any other exertion of mine, I shall need no other happiness.