There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
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!
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Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. The sound was taken up by another dog, and then another and another, till, borne on the wind which now sighed softly through the Pass.
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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.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
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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!
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Because if a woman’s heart was free a man might have hope.
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He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please.
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And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
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Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.
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I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
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The blood is the life!
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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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No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
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Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.
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