Then you must say to her, 'Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you.

For me, Dracula has always been associated with travel and beautiful historical places.

The thing that most haunted me that day, however...was the fact that these things had - apparently - actually occurred...For all his attention to my historical education, my father had neglected to tell me this: history's terrible moments were real. I understand now, decades later, that he could never have told me. Only history itself can convince you of such a truth. And once you've seen that truth - really seen it - you can't look away.

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.

In those days, I still thoroughly enjoyed the romance I called "by myself"; I didn't know yet how it gets lonely, picks up a sharp edge later on that ruins a day now and then-- ruins more than that, if you're not careful.

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.

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.