As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.

As a historian, I have learned that, in fact, not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it. And it is not only reaching back that endangers us; sometimes history itself reaches inexorably forward for us with its shadowy claws.

I've noticed Dracula was often as practical a fellow as he was a nasty one.

In the end, I always act from the heart, even if I also value reason and tradition. I wish I could explain why, but I don't know.

He brought his great hand to rest on an early edition of Bram Stoker's novel and smiled, but said nothing. Then he moved quietly away into another section.

Natalie Bakopoulos has that rare gift, the ability to imagine a traumatic historical event in the form of individual lives and ordinary details. The Green Shore is compelling, personal, and full of quietly real moments.

My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.