“The blood is life… and it shall be mine!”

People in the arts often want to aim for the biggest, most obvious target, and hit it smack in the bull’s eye.

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

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

Olympians are the product of the Movement, and to get them to the stadiums, pools and playing fields, it takes the actions of legions of people who might not be Olympians.

Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.

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

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.

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.

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

If I am a great man, then all great men are frauds.

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

The Dead travel fast.

I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .

I never dealt with fame. It was never a goal of mine to become famous.

The mine owners do not find the gold.

You know what, rip me off once, shame on me. But twice? I’m coming after you and taking back what’s mine.

I knew that with a mouth like mine, I just hadda be a star or something.