"My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings." — Mary Shelley

A slavish bondage to parents cramps every faculty of the mind.

A king is always a king - and a woman always a woman: his authority and her sex ever stand between them and rational converse.

But I am a blasted tree; the bolt has entered my soul; and I felt then that I should survive to exhibit what I shall soon cease to be - a miserable spectacle of wrecked humanity, pitiable to others and intolerable to myself.

Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.