Enter freely and of your own free will!
BRAM STOKEREnter freely and of your own free will!
BRAM STOKERThere are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
BRAM STOKERLet 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.
BRAM STOKERAh, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
BRAM STOKERI have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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!
BRAM STOKERListen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
BRAM STOKERI could not resist the temptation of mystifying him a bit, I suppose it is some taste of the original apple that remains still in our mouths.
BRAM STOKERI suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
BRAM STOKERAbove the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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
BRAM STOKERI suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
BRAM STOKERBut hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questions. We must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for you.
BRAM STOKERHow blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
BRAM STOKERThere are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
BRAM STOKERI 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.
BRAM STOKER