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“I now understand why the people chased Frankenstein up the mountain with torches. It was not because he was ugly but because they were. :)”
“He pushed a finger through the surface of the water to trace the outline of her mouth. Ethereal bits of flesh floated loosely about his knuckle and nail. Then, calmly, he pulled her body up out of ...”
“The stuff of nightmares is not only relegated to unconscious thoughts upon a pillow, safely beneath an eiderdown.”
“For there has never been a story nearly as tragic as the one of Frankenstein, except for that of Johnny Heart and his Francesca Valentine.”
“Mary Shelley may well have invented science fiction. I think she did! But after that it seemed to be a boys' game.”
“Like one who, on a lonely road, Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. - C...”
“Had Mary Shelley fretted so? Maybe yes, maybe no. Shed begun her classic work on a dare. Had culled a dream to bring it into being. But it was not lost on Laura that the story might be a prolonged ...”
“There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.”
“The very winds whispered in soothing accents, and maternal Nature bade me weep no more.”
“You have done well so far, my magnificent creature. Soon you will be with me.”
“The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!”
“My reign is not yet over... you live, and my power is complete. Follow me; I seek the everlasting ices of the north, where you will feel the misery of cold and frost to which I am impassive. You wi...”
“Jocko likes salty, Jocko likes sweet, but never bring Jocko any hot sauce, like with jalapenos, because it makes Jocko squirt funny-smelling stuff out his ears.”
“The cup of life was poisoned forever, and although the sun shone upon me, as upon the happy and gay of heart, I saw around me nothing but a dense and frightful darkness, penetrated by no light but ...”
“Had Mary Shelley fretted so? Maybe yes, maybe no. She’d begun her classic work on a dare. Had culled a dream to bring it into being. But it was not lost on Laura that the story might be a prolonged...”
