I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
BRAM STOKEROh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me!
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We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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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.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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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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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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We learn of great things by little experiences.
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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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Despair has its own calms.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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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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I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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The angels of the dark, restoring sight; We go — the pains of Day to soothe, console — Awake, arise! Behold thou art made whole.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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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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As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me!
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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The blood is the life!
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Then they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
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I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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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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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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