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And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.

Bram Stoker

As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Achieve Create Evoke Goes Life Nothing Spark
I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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Alone Go Into Let Unknown
Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.
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All Different Direction Drawn Fight Like Men Pull Rope Strain Women
A brave man’s hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman’s love to hear its music.
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Brave Hands Itself Men
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.
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After Death Depend Life Only Rightly Something Waiting
I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
BRAM STOKER

Bid Dracula Welcome You
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
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 STOKER

Care Know Men No One Starnger
My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
BRAM STOKER

Begun Century Just Over Revenge Side Spread Time
Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
BRAM STOKER

Even Love Some Though Told Yet
And yet, unless my senses deceive me, the old centuries had, and have, powers of their own which mere ‘modernity’ cannot kill.
BRAM STOKER

Century Deceive Kill Mere Modernity Old Own Power Sense Unless
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Beautiful Death Grey Pale
Truly there is no such thing as finality.
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Finality Thing
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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Earth Hands Heaven Light Men Women
The blood is the life!
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Blood Life
Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?
BRAM STOKER

Girl Ground Like Lot Made Man Must Trod Unhappy Worship

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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