Why do men live in herds… But then… massacre each other?
Where’s the logic in that? It’s insulting in its stupidity! What fool said prejudice can be overcome?
What is love?
Did I ask to be created? … I am different. I know I am different! I have tried to be the same but I’m different! Why can I not be who I am? Why does humanity detest me?
To kill me? Why then did you create me? … So you make sport with my life?
Yet you’d kill me if you could! … So why is your killing justified, and mine is not?
Master, what is death? What will it feel like? Can I die?
Thought-provoking and deep.
Questions that mirror mine.
Questions I’ve asked before the age of nine.
I am the one who stands outside the door. I see inside. But I daren’t go in.
(Describing the moon) Solitary… And sad like me… Because it is solitary… Because with all that I read, all that I learn, I discover how much I do not know. Ideas batter me like hailstones. Questions but no answers.
I did not ask to be born.
I should be Adam. God was proud of Adam. But Satan’s the one I sympathise with. For I was cast out, like Satan, though I did no wrong.
I am good at the art of assimilation. I have watched, and listened, and learnt. At first I knew nothing at all. But I studied the ways of men, and slowly I learnt: how to ruin, how to hate, how to debase, how to humiliate. And at the feet of my master, I learnt the highest of human skills, the skill no other creature owns: I finally learnt how to lie.
Question-provoking and dark.
Thoughts that echo mine.
Thoughts that reflect the creature of Frankenstein.