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

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

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.

Take me away from all this Death.

We are all drifting reefwards now, and faith is our only anchor.