How we cite our quotes: (Page) Vintage Books, 1989
Quote #1
All the bands did the same thing. In time I began to be more amused than revolted by what they threatened. It didn't matter to me what they did to each other. It was slightly ominous because of its strangeness—no wolf was so vicious to other wolves—but I half believed they weren't serious. (32)
You know your behavior is mighty suspect if you can revolt a human-eating monster. Grendel makes a smart observation really early on in this novel: humans are scary. And they're scary precisely because they have the ability to think and plan, and yet they use that ability to maim, kill, and waste resources. Now that, as Grendel notes, is an exclusively human evil: no brute animal does these things for mere pleasure.
Quote #2
Some evil inside myself pushed out into the trees. I knew what I knew, the mindless, mechanical bruteness of things, and when the harper's lure drew my mind away to hopeful dreams, the dark of what was and always was reached out and snatched at my feet. (54)
Grendel has a complex relationship with his evil impulses. Though he can clearly lift his mind to more hopeful and beautiful things, he's constantly reminded of how he can never fully possess or participate in them. And that makes him bitter. Grendel may feel relief or even pleasure, as humans do, from the harper's song, but it's always temporary. He's been to the dragon, and he knows how it all ends.
Quote #3
An evil idea came over me—so evil it made me shiver as I smiled—and I sidled across to the table. (83-84)
There are several moments in the novel when Grendel actually has some verifiably wicked thoughts: how he'd like to knock the Shaper's head in for singing his beautiful songs, or split Wealtheow in two so that he can stop fantasizing about her. But interestingly, he almost always changes his mind and stalks away.
Sure, he eats his fair share of old ladies and disobedient children, but Gardner chooses to keep those deeds on the margin. In this case, however, we get to see an evil plan that actually comes to life—and it's scary in its simplicity. Grendel means to taunt Unferth, the cursed thane who's looking to revamp his reputation after killing his own brothers. Grendel wants to humiliate Unferth so that he, too, will slide into despair and feel the same bitterness that he feels as an outcast.
Okay, so it's pretty funny when he pelts Unferth with a pile of apples. But that is bullying, straight up. And Unferth never really recovers, even by the end of the story.
Quote #4
She would gladly have given her life to end my suffering—horrible, humpbacked, carp-toothed creature, eyes on fire with useless, mindless love. Who could miss the grim parallel? So the lady below would give, had given, her life for those she loved. So would any simpering, eyelash-batting female at court, given the proper setup, the minimal conditions. (102)
Love—maternal or otherwise—is way out of Grendel's comfort zone. He can recognize it in others, as he does here with his own mum and Wealtheow, but it doesn't lift him up or help him to show love to others. It makes him even more miserable. He classifies love as mindless, just like the hateful behavior of the brute beasts that annoy him so much.
Grendel also realizes something very '80s: love hurts. There is no woman in the story (for it's only the women who show capacity for love here) who isn't brought to her knees by the ties that bind.
Quote #5
When drunken men argued, pitting theory against theory, bludgeoning each other's absurdities, she came between them, wordless, uncondemning, pouring out mead like a mother's love, and they were softened, reminded of their humanness, exactly as they might have been softened by the cry of a child in danger, or an old man's suffering, or spring. (102-103)
That, as Celine Dion tells us, is the power of love. It's something that both humans and monsters in the story don't understand well—which is one reason Wealtheow wields such power when she shows it in the meadhall. How fitting that it should be this character who shows everyone how to work diplomatically rather than through chest-beating and boasts; remember, she's the one who gets traded to Hrothgar to prevent a war. The difficulty comes when we realize how very fragile Wealtheow's web of peace really is. As Grendel observes, anything can happen to end the dream—and it usually does.
Quote #6
"The incitement to violence depends on the total transvaluation of the ordinary values. By a single stroke, the most criminal acts must be converted to heroic and meritorious deeds." (117)
Hrothulf's "adviser" Red Horse uses some big words for a guy who never washes. In this case, it's pretty clear that the old anarchist has been reading Machiavelli in his spare time, since he's giving the young man a primer on how to seize power and look good while doing it. The best way? Show the people that you're doing them a favor when you commit illegal and immoral acts to achieve what you want. Have we seen this in action before? Hmmm...
Quote #7
"O the ultimate evil in the temporal world is deeper than any specific evil, such as hatred, or suffering, or death! The ultimate evil is that Time is perpetual perishing, and being actual involves elimination. The nature of evil may be epitomized, therefore, in two simple but horrible and holy propositions: 'Things fade' and 'Alternatives exclude.'" (132-133)
Grendel tries to play a trick on Ork, one of Hrothgar's high priests, and this is what he gets—more philosophy. At first, Grendel can laugh at the old ranter. But suddenly, Ork's theories confirm Grendel's own experiences.
In this discourse on evil, we can recognize the problem Grendel has after leaving the dragon's lair: he can't believe that he is just a blip on the cosmic radar and that his life is meaningless. This, Ork says, is the ultimate problem of existence. Beauty can't be enjoyed without contemplating ugliness or annihilation, for instance. And here's the real kicker: "alternatives exclude." That means that there can't be beauty and ugliness, or good and evil forever: one half of each pair will eventually exclude the other half.
Quote #8
I should have captured him, teased him, tormented him, made a fool of him. I should have cracked his skull midsong and sent his blood spraying out wet through the meadhall like a shocking change of key. One evil deed missed is a loss for all eternity. (146)
Grendel torments himself by thinking of the deadness of the past—how all things good (and evil) that have happened in his life are now completely annihilated by the passage of time. The Shaper really is dead at this point, and Grendel has an interesting way of expressing his grief at the loss of his beautiful songs. If only I had taken the first opportunity to crush his skull, Grendel thinks, I wouldn't have had to put myself through all of that. As always, his response to beauty is pretty complicated. Yours would be, too, if beauty reminded you of the ugliness of your own life.
Quote #9
... And then, quick as wolves—but mechanical, terrible—the strangers leaped down, and with stiff, ice-crusted ropes as gray as the sea, the sky, the stones, they moored their craft. Their chain-mail rattled as they worked—never speaking, walking dead men—lashing the helm-bar, lowering the sail, unloading ashspear shafts and battle-axes. (153)
Grendel has this thing for comparing (and contrasting) human beings with animals. Most of the time, it's tongue-in-cheek: humans are often worse than or scarier than the most powerful animals because they often act against the "natural code."
For instance, humans kill when they aren't hungry and don't intend to eat. As Grendel watches Beowulf and his men disembark from their ship, another frightening dimension is added to his impression of humans: they're like machines—soulless, wolf-like machines. You can't get much more evil than the walking dead. But remember this: these are supposed to be the heroes.
Quote #10
"Neither Breca nor you ever fought such battles," he said. "I don't boast much of that. Nevertheless, I don't recall hearing any glorious deeds of yours, except that you murdered your brothers. You'll prowl the stalagmites of hell for that, friend Unferth—clever though you are." (162)
The lines between good and evil may be blurred in this novel, but even here there are some lines that should never be crossed. Ask Unferth. It just isn't cool to kill your own kin. On the other hand, Beowulf may be pushing the envelope of political correctness. As a visitor in Hrothgar's hall, is it really up to him to point out the faults of Hrothgar's best man? He may not win any points with Miss Manners, but Beowulf surely can call the situation as he sees it.