Mary Shelley

And now, once again, I bid my hideous progeny go forth and prosper. I have an affection for it, for it was the offspring of happy days, when death and grief were but words, which found no true echo in my heart.

— Mary Shelley

I do not wish women to have power over men but over themselves.

— Mary Shelley

I do not wish women to have power over men but over themselves.

— Mary Shelley

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

— Mary Shelley

My dreams were all my own I accounted for them to nobody they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

— Mary Shelley

My dreams were at once more fantastic and agreeable than my writings.

— Mary Shelley

The agony of my feelings allowed me no respite no incident occurred from which my rage and misery could not extract its food.

— Mary Shelley