Nature in one of her beneficent moods has ordained that even death has some antidote to its own terrors.

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

Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?

Yes, there is some one I love, though he has not told me yet that he even loves me.

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

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

Sleep has no place it can call its own.