Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.

A brave man's hand can speak for itself, it does not even need a woman's love to hear its music.

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.

He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.