There is a reason why all things are as they are.

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.

There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.

Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.

Within, stood a tall old man, clean shaven save for a long white moustache, and clad in black from head to foot, without a single speck of colour about him anywhere.

We learn from failure, not from success!