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

Bram Stoker

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
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker
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Memories Remember Stronger
It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
BRAM STOKER

Dream Imagine Play Wonderful
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
Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
BRAM STOKER

Bees Escaping Following Naked Nothing
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
BRAM STOKER

Call Own Place Spent
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
Within, 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 STOKER

Amn Black Clad Clean Foot Head Long Mustache Old Save Shaven Stood Tall
But this night our feet must tread in thorny paths, or later, and for ever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!
BRAM STOKER

Ever Feel Feet Flame Later Love Night Path Tread Walk
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

Eye Fall Image Lying Waxen
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.
BRAM STOKER

Do Ever Hardness Heart Little Our Seem Thing Though Time Wrong
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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All Things Reason
The blood is the life!
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Blood Life
I’m a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.
BRAM STOKER

Crack Hard Nut Stand Take Up
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
BRAM STOKER

Dear Heart Man Morning Night No Suffer Sweet
No man knows where the Castle of King Death is. All men and women, boys and girls, and even little wee children should so live that when they have to enter the Castle and see the grim King, they may not fear to behold his face.
BRAM STOKER

All Boy Castle Children Death Enter Even Face Girl King Know Little Live Man So Wee Women

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