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I have a sort of empty feeling; nothing in the world seems of sufficient importance to be worth the doing.

Bram Stoker

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
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Children Listen Maker Music Night
My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
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Begun Century Just Over Revenge Side Spread Time
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
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Call Own Place Spent
Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall — all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.
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Bones Mouth Music Teras
I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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Alone Go Into Let Unknown
As yet we know nothing of what goes to create or evoke the active spark of life.
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Evoke Life Sparks
She is one of God’s women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.
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Enter Fashion God Hand Heaven One Own Show Women
Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.
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During Memory Soul Strange Thing Trance
Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh.
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Dear Here Knew Laugh Matter Regard Strange Worth
I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .
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Bid Dracula Welcome You
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 Come End Feel Must No Own Shock Undoing Unhinge
I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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Cut Head Heart Her Off Take Want
Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer–both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.
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Dream Fear Harmed Heart Horror
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 the life!
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Blood Life People
Paris is a city of centralisation–and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact, its forerunner is classification. All things which are similar or analogous become grouped together, and from the grouping of groups rises one whole or central point.
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Allied Centralisation City Classification Closely Country

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