We all have our time machines, don't we. Those that take us back are memories...And those that carry us forward, are dreams. - H. G. Wells

I fell indeed into a morbid state, deep and enduring, and alien to fear, which has left permanent scars upon my mind. I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world when I saw it suffering the painful disorder of this island. A blind Fate, a vast pitiless Mechanism, seemed to cut and shape the fabric of existence; and I, Moreau (by his passion for research), Montgomery (by his passion for drink), the Beast People with their instincts and mental restrictions, were torn and crushed, ruthlessly, inevitably, amid the infinite complexity of its incessant wheels.

The red tongues that went licking up my heap of wood were an altogether new and strange thing to Weena.

Alone — it is wonderful how little a man can do alone! To rob a little, to hurt a little, and there is the end.