Take me away from all this Death.
BRAM STOKERTake me away from all this Death.
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 STOKERGood women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
BRAM STOKERShe was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKERThough sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
BRAM STOKEREven if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
BRAM STOKERIt is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
BRAM STOKERParis 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.
BRAM STOKERKeep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
BRAM STOKERIt is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact.
BRAM STOKERI’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
BRAM STOKERThe only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul.
BRAM STOKERI’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
BRAM STOKERNo man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
BRAM STOKEREnter freely and of your own free will!
BRAM STOKERIt is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
BRAM STOKER