I want you to believe…to believe in things that you cannot.
BRAM STOKERAh, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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But 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.
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Take me away from all this Death.
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Enter freely and of your own free will!
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But we are pledged to set the world free. Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret. For in 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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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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Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
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She has man’s brain–a brain that a man should have were he much gifted–and woman’s heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
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There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.
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My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
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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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A wild howling began, which seemed to come from all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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