Dr. Victor Frankenstein quotes from Frankenstein (2025)

Some of what I will tell you is fact. Some is not. But it is all true.

Life. This is life, gentlemen. We are born. And no sooner do we rise, we fall. Death. In the space between that rise and fall, our humble little purview. Birth is not in our hands, is it. Conception, that spark, the animation of thought and soul, that is in God's hands. God. But death, ah, now there lies the challenge. That should be our concern. It should be. Who are we to do so? We are not gods, are we? But if we are to behave as immodestly as gods, we must, at the very least, deliver miracles, wouldn't you say? Ignite a divine spark in these young students' minds. Teach them defiance rather than obedience! Show that Man may pursue Nature to her hiding places and stop death! Not slow it down, but stop it entirely!

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. And this troubled me so.

I have found sanity at such a cost. And now, here you are, calling me back.

What manner of creature is that? What manner of devil made him?

I did.

Father, you let her die, did you not.

I did everything in my power to save her. You must know that.

So you failed.

No one can conquer death.

Hmm. I will. I will conquer it. Everything you know, I will know. And more.

This unholy. An abomination! An obscenity! God gives life, and God takes it, Victor!

Then perhaps God is inept! And it is we that must amend His mistakes!

Mercury. Are you ill?

Thank you. ::drinks it::

Is it syphillis?

Ja, I'm dying. "One night with Venus, a lifetime with Mercury." Isn't that the phrase?

What stage is it? Secondary?

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.

You should not go near it.

"It?"

It. Yes. I believe there is life in it. But not the spark of intelligence as I intended.

Perhaps not as you understand it...

Something went wrong. A blockage, a suture, a connection...

You, the great Victor Frankenstein, made a mistake?

The Creature knows but one word, and one word alone. "Victor. Victor, Victor, Victor!" It just parrots it, without rhyme or reason.

Perhaps for the time being, that word means everything to him. What if, in being anew, the spirit that animates him is simpler, purer, purer than that of the common man?

::scoffs:: Purer?

What if, unrestrained by sin, our Creator's breath came into his flesh directly?

Good God, Elizabeth! If I could force myself to believe it, it would be my inclination to see attraction in you for that thing!

Understanding! In those eyes I saw pain, and what is pain if not evidence of intelligence?

What about my pain? What about what you have denied me? What my heart wants?

Your heart? Of all the human anatomy, that is the organ furthest from your understanding. Only monsters play God, Baron.

The Creature

I need you to make me a companion.

A..a companion? Oh. I see. Another monster.

The Creature

Yes. We can be monsters together.

In you, I have created something truly horrible.

The Creature

Not something. Someone.

The Creature

Make one like me.

And then what? Procreation. Reproduction. Mm... A home? A grave? Death begetting death begetting death. A race of devils propagated upon the earth. Obscenity perpetuating itself.

The Creature

I am obscene to you, but to myself I simply am.

BEGONE! Never again will I make something like you, wicked and deformed.

The Creature

Then it is still all about your will, Victor? That horrible, horrible will that birthed me, condemns me now? ::grabs Victor:: The miracle is not that I should speak, but that you would ever LISTEN! ::throws Victor across the room:: If you are not to award me love, then I shall indulge in rage. And mine is infinite!

No, I can save you...

From what? From you? I fear you Victor, I always have. Every ounce of madness and destruction. The very conflagration that devoured everything. It all came from you. You are the monster.

I am sorry. Regret consumes me. And I now regard my life for what it was.

The Creature

You will go now, creator. Fade away. It will all be but a brief moment. My birth. My grief. Your loss. I will not be punished, nor absolved. What hope I had, what rage... It is all nothing. The tide that brought me here now comes to take you away. Leaving me stranded.

Forgive me. My son. And if you have it in your heart, forgive yourself into existence. If death is not to be, then consider this, my son. While you are alive, what recourse do you have but to live? Live. Say my name. My father gave me that name, and it meant nothing. Now I ask you to give it back to me... one last time. The way you said it at the beginning. When it meant the world to you.

The Creature

Victor. I forgive you. Rest now, Father. Perhaps now, we can both be human.