black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

Bram Stoker

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.
BRAM STOKER

Feet Men Mustache White
The blood is the life!
BRAM STOKER

Blood Life People
For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.
BRAM STOKER

After Death Depend Life Only Rightly Something Waiting
The Dead travel fast.
BRAM STOKER

Dead Fast Travel
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
BRAM STOKER

Dear Heart Man Morning Night No Suffer Sweet
Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
BRAM STOKER

Doctors Doubt Eyebrows
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
BRAM STOKER

Country Even Love People Some
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.
BRAM STOKER

Growing Ideas Mind
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
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Air Build Castle Freely Long Sea Talk Together
There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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Bad Country Dream People Sleep
Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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Free Heart Hope Man might Women
Enter freely and of your own free will!
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Enter Free Freely Own Will
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.
BRAM STOKER

Hush Inquisitive Make Other Question Tell
Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
BRAM STOKER

Castles Entrance Literature
This man belongs to me, I want him!
BRAM STOKER

Belong Country Men People Want
Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
BRAM STOKER

After Anything Between Light Love Selfish Shadow Stand Thing Throwm Balck

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

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