But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
BRAM STOKERAbove the care of Nature and of State, Suspended in the noon of Night we wait, All slumber nursing, to make sweet and pure, While secret Nature, weaving works the cure. We are the handmaids of the hollow night,
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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.
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Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
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Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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The blood is the life!
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.
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Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!
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We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
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She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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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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