Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker

The blood is the life!

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

Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.

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

You yourself never loved; you never love! Yes, I too can love; you yourselves can tell it from the past. Is it not so?

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