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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

Bram Stoker

I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
BRAM STOKER

Air All Clear Cry Does Good Other Suppose Time
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!
BRAM STOKER

Confess Doubt Fear Sea Thinking
Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
BRAM STOKER

During Memory Soul Strange Thing Trance
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.
BRAM STOKER

Box Cart Scatter Count Earth Fall Lying Over Rule Saw Some
I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
BRAM STOKER

Mad Must Sanity Sometimes Strait Waistcoat Wake
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
BRAM STOKER

Blood Feels Men Women
Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
BRAM STOKER

Antidote Beneficient Death Mood Nature Ordained Own Some Terror
I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same.
BRAM STOKER

Choice Cry Even Just Laugh Same Sory Think
Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me!
BRAM STOKER

Dream Pain Sweet
All men are mad in some way or the other, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God’s madmen too, the rest of the world.
BRAM STOKER

All Deal Discreet God Inasmuch Mad Madame Men Other Some Way
Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
BRAM STOKER

Antidote Mood Terror
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
BRAM STOKER

Beautiful Death Grey Pale
Despair has its own calms.
BRAM STOKER

Calm Despair Own
I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us. A personal experience has intensified rather than diminished that idea.
BRAM STOKER

Animal Ideas Looks Obstacle
I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
BRAM STOKER

Been Long Master None Other So Still
I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
BRAM STOKER

Bid Dracula Welcome You

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

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