Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome . . .

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past.

With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow... Some of the...Oh my god…my god What have I done?