And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!
BRAM STOKERListen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
More Bram Stoker Quotes
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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 one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
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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.
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The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
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Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.
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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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The Dead travel fast.
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I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.
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It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
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Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.
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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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There is a reason why all things are as they are.
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There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.
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Ah, it is the fault of our science that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
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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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