Frankenstein

quotes from this movie i fuck with heavily: “what manner of creature is that? what manner of devil made him?” “i did. i made him.” “some of what i will tell you is fact. some is not, but it is all true.” “perhaps god is inept!” “can you contain your fire, prometheus? or are you going to burn your hands before delivering it?” “i work alone.” “i’m very quiet.” “it’s beautiful.” “does it shock you?” “reminds me of martyrdom paintings.” “we both know the precise schedule. it starts to eat away my bones, orbital, cheek, teeth, jaw, skull, exposing my brain. tumors, madness, excruciating pain. one fine morning, i will start to scream, and i will never stop.” “now, all you need to say is one simple word. ‘yes,’ no more and no less!” “no! do you understand? no!” “i will be the eagle that feasts on your liver!” “victor.” “yes… of course you are.” “i never considered what would come after creation. and, having reached the edge of the earth, there was no horizon left. the achievement felt unnatural. void of meaning.” “i’m tired. i have not slept. not a winky-dinky-doo of sleep for me. tending to you.” “i’m not going to hurt you. i made you. i’m your maker! stop it!” “you don’t look very well, victor.” “oh, i’ve never felt better! i’ve never had a clearer mind!” “…it doesn’t know any better.” “but you do.” “there’s something so disquieting about that creature down there. askew, like a figure peeking around a funhouse mirror. but animated. animated by what?” “in those eyes i saw pain, and what is pain if not evidence of intelligence?” “in seeking life, i created death.” “and for a moment, a brief, brief moment, the world and i were at peace.” “this was the way of the world: it would hunt you and kill you just for being who you are.” “i am the child of a charnel house. a wreckage. assembled from refuse and the discarded dead. a monster.” “there was silence again and then… merciless life.” “…for every man, there was but one remedy to all pain: death. a gift you too had denied me.” “i have found sanity at such a cost, and you here are madness calling me back.” “make one like me.” “and then what? procreation. reproduction. a home? a grave? death begetting death begetting death. a race of devils propagated upon the earth. obscenity perpetuating itself.” “i am obscene to you, but to myself i simply am.” “the miracle is not that i should speak, but that you would ever listen!” “victor… you only listen when i hurt you.” “i could feel… the murmur of my blood pumping through my incessant heart.” “the tide that brought me here now comes to take you away, leaving me stranded.” “i’d death is not to be, than consider this, my son. while you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live?” “rest now, father. perhaps now, we can both be human.” (tbh i could just copy+paste the entire script into this review except the conversation with william right before his death where he calls victor the monster)