There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
BRAM STOKERLet me tell you, my friend, that there are things done today in electrical science which would have been deemed unholy by the very man who discovered electricity, who would themselves not so long before been burned as wizards
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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!
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How good and thoughtful he is; the world seems full of good men–even if there are monsters in it.
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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!
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Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!
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Good women tell all their lives, and by day and by hour and by minute, such things that angels can read.
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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!
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There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.
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I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.
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These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.
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Faith … that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.
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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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I will not let you go into the unknown alone.
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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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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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