Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
BRAM STOKERSafety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.
BRAM STOKERI have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
BRAM STOKERI suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
BRAM STOKERWe 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.
BRAM STOKERI’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
BRAM STOKERKeep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.
BRAM STOKEREnter freely and of your own free will!
BRAM STOKERDespair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKERI’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
BRAM STOKERThen they will see that, perhaps, they too have some of the same fault in themselves – although perhaps it does not come out in the same way – and then they must try to conquer that fault.
BRAM STOKERI 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!
BRAM STOKERWithin, 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 STOKERI stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- “Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!” He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- “Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!
BRAM STOKERWhether it is the old lady’s fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.
BRAM STOKERI am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
BRAM STOKERSleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKER