Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us in different directions.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive. And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I could see in the moonlight the moisture Then lapped the white, sharp teeth. Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

There was one great tomb more lordly than all the rest; huge it was, and nobly proportioned. On it was but one word, DRACULA.

She is one of God's women fashioned by His own hand to show us men and other women that there is a heaven where we can enter, and that its light can be here on earth.

Because if a woman's heart was free a man might have hope.