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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

Bram Stoker

Though sympathy alone can’t alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
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Alone Alter Bearable Fact Help Make More Sympathy
Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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Bones Mouth Music Teras
We see radiating many long arms with innumerable tentaculae, and in the centre rises a gigantic head with a comprehensive brain and keen eyes to look on every side and ears sensitive to hear–and a voracious mouth to swallow.
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Arm Comprehensive Gigantic Hear Mouth Radiating Shallow Tentaculae
This man belongs to me, I want him!
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Belong Him Man Want
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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Dance Fall Heart Kings
There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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Dracula Great Huge More One Proposition Rest Tomb Tordly Word
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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Grow Idea Madness Method Mind Rudimentary
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
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Brood Loneliness Our Over Roof Sit Wing
I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
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Cracks Nuts Standing
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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Century Deceiving Modernity Power
I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.
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Doing Empty Feel Importance Nothing Seem Sort Sufficient World Worth
I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
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Eye Fall Image Lying Waxen
The Dead travel fast.
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Dead Fast Travel
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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Light Love Selfish
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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Country May People Way
Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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Allied Centralisation City Classification Closely Country

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