My body grew hot, then cold. I tried to eat the bed sheets. My heart beat madly. Every joint in my body ached. When I took the cure they took it all away from me.

It took me years to live down Dracula and convince the film producers that I would play almost any other type of role.

If my accent betrayed my foreign birth, it also stamped me as an enemy, in the imagination of the producers.

It was hell to go through what I went through. I didn't know I had so many friends. Many people gave a damn about my situation. They helped cure me.

I look in the mirror and say to myself, Can it be you once played Romeo?

There was no male vampire type in existence. Someone suggested an actor of the Continental School who could play any type, and mentioned me.

It is women who bear the race in bloody agony. Suffering is a kind of horror. Blood is a kind of horror. Women are born with horror in their very bloodstream. It is a biological thing.