”And thou, profoundest hell, receive thy new possessor: one who brings a mind not to be chang’d by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in it self can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.
What matter where, if I be still the same?
”What dreams I had of my mate. Of another being, looking into these eyes, upon this face and recoiling not. But how could that happen? For the monster is not in my face, but in my soul. I once thought that if I was like other men, I would be happy and loved. The malignance has grown you see, from the outside in. And this, shattered visage merely reflects the abomination, that is my heart. Oh my creator, why, why did you not make me of steel and stone? Why did you allow me to feel? I would rather be the corpse I was, than the man I am. Go ahead. Pull the trigger. It would be a blessing.