Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
BRAM STOKERFor now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
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We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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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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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.
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
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Despair has its own calms.
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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.
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The inscrutable laws of sex have so arranged that even a timid woman is not afraid of a fierce and haughty man.
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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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For me, I say no, but then I am old, and life, with his sunshine, his fair places, his song of birds, his music and his love, lie far behind. You others are young. Some have seen sorrow, but there are fair days yet in store. What say you?
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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