“A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.”

I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.

I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.

Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.

I began as a dramatist in the theater, so I’m always thinking about how a story moves, what it looks like, how to engage the senses.

This poem began as an emulation of Siqueiros’s compositional style and, in the process, became an ekphrastic aubade about my old neighborhood.

When I realized they had me pegged as a foreign nobleman type I began to live the part, too.

Let’s not forget: This all began when you had eight- and nine-year-old children writing graffiti on walls.

Iran began a policy of expanding its revolution, of interfering with the affairs of its neighbors

Hardly socialism. In fact, it was a Republican plan to begin with.

While I was in school, I began working in the New Business department of an advertising firm, and very quickly I was responsible for roughly 70% of their business

Is everybody in?… Is everybody in?… Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin…