“I never play without my cape.”

In making theories, always keep a window open so that you can throw one out if necessary.

It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.

It took several years of hard work in small roles before I attained stardom.

I studied at the Budapest Academy of Theatrical Arts for four years and emerged with a degree.

It was hell to go through what I went through. I didn’t know I had so many friends. Many people gave a damn about my situation. They helped cure me.

I look in the mirror and say to myself, Can it be you once played Romeo?

I’ll take any story if it’s good.

The role seemed to demand that I keep myself worked up to fever pitch, so I took on the actual attributes of the horrible vampire, Dracula.

I will not be tortured! I tear torture out of myself by torturing you!

I never drink… wine.

To win a woman, take her with you to see Dracula.

There was no male vampire type in existence. Someone suggested an actor of the Continental School who could play any type, and mentioned me.

Of all the roles I’ve done on the stage, I’m partial to Cyrano de Bergerac.

My body grew hot, then cold. I tried to eat the bed sheets. My heart beat madly. Every joint in my body ached. When I took the cure they took it all away from me.

If my accent betrayed my foreign birth, it also stamped me as an enemy, in the imagination of the producers.

Every actor’s greatest ambition is to create his own, definite and original role, a character with which he will always be identified. In my case, that role was Dracula.

Superheroes allow their capes to hang off their backs; but our Superwomen choose to wrap them around their heads.