“Soon I shall die, and what I now feel be no longer felt. Soon these burning miseries will be extinct. I shall ascend my funeral pile triumphantly and exult in the agony of the torturing flames. The light of that conflagration will fade away; my ashes will be swept into the sea by the winds. My spirit will sleep in peace, or if it thinks, it will not surely think thus. Farewell.”

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 24. The monster’s final words to Robert Walton, before jumping onto an ice-raft to be “soon borne away by the waves and lost in darkness and distance.”