Never underestimate the power of a queen with lovely hair, my dear.
You’re not a thing of the spirit, Vanessa. You are a thing of the flesh, like me. You’re the wolf. You are the scorpion. You are all those things that slip and soar and stalk through the deep forest and the dark night. You are powerful. You feel it coiling within you. Become the wolf and the bat and the scorpion. Be truly who you are.
You’re hunting for a man, you need to start hunting for a beast.
You met a man who marvels wide-eyed at the miracles of nature. So I am. You met a man who has known pain and tragedy. And so I am. You met a man who wanted to possess you for his own ends, but instead, he fell in love. That’s the man I am, and the monster.
You have not known horror until I have shown it to you.
You are so fragile, you mortals, such things of skin and air. Such things of the past. The future belongs to the strong, to the immortal races, to me and my kind.
When you see a river, you must follow it to its source, no matter the perils, no matter those comrades that fall along the way. You must know how things work. You must unlock.
When there are bodies stretched from here to the horizon, and you can walk across them without touching the ground, then you can weep.
To be beautiful is to be almost dead.
There’s one monster who loves you for who you really are. And here he stands. I don’t want to make you good, I don’t want you to be normal. I don’t need you to be anything but who you truly are.
There is only one worthy goal for scientific exploration. Piercing the tissue that separates life from death.
There is a place where the malformed find grace, where the hideous can be beautiful, where strangeness is not shunned but celebrated. This place is the theater.
