Oh, but he's my monster.

 

Oh, but he's my monster.

 

Lois McMaster Bujold

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That I may reduce the monster to
Myself, and then may be myself
In face of the monster, be more than part
Of it, more than the monstrous player of
One of its monstrous lutes, not be
Alone, but reduce the monster and be,
Two things, the two together as one,
And play of the monster and of myself,
Or better not of myself at all,
But of that as its intelligence,
Being the lion in the lute
Before the lion locked in stone.

 

Wallace Stevens

 

The city, that monster with a hundred mouths and a thousand ears, a monster that knows nothing but says everything, had written me off.

 

Jean-Dominique Bauby

 

Maria, you are a monster; you are not an artist nor a woman nor a human being, but a monster.

 

Maria Callas

 

The monster cried out at the tower. The foghorn blew. The monster roared again. The foghorn blew. The monster opened its great toothed mouth, and the sound that came from it was the sound of the foghorn itself.

 

Ray Bradbury

 

In the corner of the morning in the past
I would sit and blame the master first and last.
All the roads were straight and narrow
And the prayers were small and yellow.
And the rumour spread that I was aging fast.
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping
By a tree.
And I looked and frowned and the monster was me.

 

David Bowie

 

Now, as it is with the monster that is called a horse, so it is with the monster that is called a man. ... the really detached consideration of the curious career of man will lead back to, and not away from, the ancient faith in the dark designs of God. In other words, it is exactly when we do see how queer the quadruped is that we praise the man who mounts him; and exactly when we do see how queer the biped is that we praise the Providence that made him.

 

Gilbert Keith Chesterton