There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
BRAM STOKERLet me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
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A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.
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Ordinary men, to whom all things are possible, don’t often, if ever, think of Heaven. It is a name, and nothing more, and they are content to wait and let things be, but to those who are doomed to be shut out for ever you cannot think what it means.
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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.
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Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.
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Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
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All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.
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