My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.
~ Mary Shelley
Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.
And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.
The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.
I do not wish women to have power over men but over themselves.
