- The Creature: An idea, a feeling became clear to me. The hunter did not hate the wolf. The wolf did not hate the sheep. But violence felt inevitable between them. Perhaps, I thought, this was the way of the world. It would hunt you and kill you just for being who you are.
- The Creature: I will make you bleed. I will make you humble. You may be my creator, but from this day forward, I will be your master.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: In you, I have created something truly horrible.
- The Creature: Not something. Someone.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: 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.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: 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.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I never considered what would come after creation. In having reached the edge of the Earth, there was no horizon left.
- The Creature: I found what I am. What I'm made from. I am the child of a charnel house. A wreckage, assembled from refuse and discarded dead. A monster.
- Blind Man: I know what you are. A good man. And you are my friend.
- Captain Anderson: What manner of creature is that? What manner of devil made him?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I did.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: I had a vision, an idea took shape in my mind: inevitable, unavoidable, until it became truth.
- Elizabeth: My place was never in this world. I sought and longed for something I could not quite name. But in you, I found it. To be lost and to be found, that is the lifespan of love. And in its brevity, its tragedy... this has been made eternal. Better this way... to fade... with your eyes gazing upon me.
- William Frankenstein: 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.
- The Creature: I need you to make a companion for me. One like me.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: A companion? I see. Another monster.
- The Creature: Yes. We can be monsters together.
- The Creature: You gave me life unwanted. I give it back to you. You thought me a monster. Now I return the favor.
- William Frankenstein: Did you ever ask yourself, of all the parts that make that man, which one holds his soul?
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: No, I didn't.
- Elizabeth: And nevertheless, men are dying for them. In a decidedly un-elevated way, face down in the mud, choking on blood, screaming in pain. Men that were fathers, brothers or sons to someone out there. Men that were fed, cleaned and nursed and schooled into this world by their mothers, only to fall on a battlefield far away, far from those that provoke these tragedies. Those men remain at home, untouched by blood or bayonet, their skin unpierced, their blankets warm and clean. That is what happens when ideas are pursued by fools.
- The Creature: Make one like me.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: 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.
- Dr. Victor Frankenstein: How often a man believes he's met an angel or a devil, only to find it is all an illusion. The game of chess we play... We play only against ourselves.
- Harlander: [on his illness] 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
- The Creature: There was silence again. Then, merciless life. How long did I die for? I do not know. But I saw my injuries healed. The cold winter air stung in my lungs. I felt lonelier than ever, because for every man there was but one remedy to all pain: Death, a gift you too had denied me.