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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

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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Castle Count Entrance Fix Left More Undead
You cannot guess or measure the terrible endless longing to see the gates opened, and to be able to join the white figures within.
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Endless Figure Gate Guess Join Long Measurem Terrible Open
Doctor, you don’t know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don’t; you couldn’t with eyebrows like yours.
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Doctors Doubt Eyebrows
It is ever thus that the things which we do wrong – although they may seem little at the time, and though from the hardness of our hearts we pass them lightly by – come back to us with bitterness.
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Do Ever Hardness Heart Little Our Seem Thing Though Time Wrong
I suppose a cry does us all good at times-clears the air as other rain does.
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Air All Clear Cry Does Good Other Suppose Time
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Call Own Place Spent
We are able to learn from a failure, but perhaps not much from a success!
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Able Failure From Learn Much Perhaps Success
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
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Facem Such Feel Himself Horror Import Man Only True Understand
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Children Listen Maker Music Night
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
Once again…welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
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Again House People Something Welcome
For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.
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Brain Diaries Feelings Shock Thought
The blood is life… and it shall be mine!
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Blood Life Mine Shall
She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.
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Beautiful Country Death Grey Pallor People Person Very Young
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
Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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Heart Men might

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

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