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What is love but a kind of creature waiting to be unbound? A malady. What does it bring any of us but... confusion and bedevilment?
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We need not live on the fulcrum. We can be angel or beast fully.
To conquer death is an ennobled calling.
Victor Frankenstein: I must save you from all of this, one way or another. You're my responsibility. I created you. Lily: I need no man to save me. And I think, in a way, I created you more than you created me.
When we were in school we dreamed, you remember, of walking into the Royal Society together with our triumph of presenting our evidence with a glorious flourish. And how all those who had hated us, and laughed at us, would be silenced. And we, heroes both, would conquer the world and beat back death. I have conquered death. And have created monsters. None more so than the man who sits before you.
If you cannot endure the nightmare, you should not lie down for the sleep.