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!
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
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.
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Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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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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Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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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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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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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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Take me away from all this Death.
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Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men would be his greatest strength.
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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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