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

Every producer in Hollywood had set me down as a type. I was both amused and disappointed.

The actor depends wholly on himself. He gives his performance in what, to him, seems the most effective manner.

I have played Dracula a thousand times on stage and I find I have become thoroughly settled in the technique of the stage and not of the screen.

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.

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.

I never play without my cape.

I’ve led a career of having to take work to see my family, over picking and choosing, instead of ‘I need food on the table and I don’t know how I’m going to pay the mortgage.’

In travelling I shape myself betimes to idleness And take fools’ pleasure

I take that back. If hank wants to shoot scott, he has my blessing.

Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison.

Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.

A despot doesn’t fear eloquent writers preaching freedom- he fears a drunken poet who may crack a joke that will take hold.

… it came to me that what I had to do was to take pictures and concentrate upon people, only people, all kinds of people, people who paid me and people who didn’t.

I can’t possibly take time off for a second baby, unless I do, in which case that is nobody’s business and I’ll never regret it for a moment unless it ruins my life.