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

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 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 never drink... wine.

In the studio the director controls the actor's every move, every inflection, every expression.

I'll take any story if it's good.

The role seemed to demand that I keep myself worked up to fever pitch, so I took on the actual attributes of the horrible vampire, Dracula.