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.
Festina Lente (Hurry in slowly)
There is nothing harder, at moments, than talking to someone who has all the power of silence.
I wasn't brought up to be dazzled by money or fame.
I've noticed Dracula was often as practical a fellow as he was a nasty one.
I was filled with angst in college, that I struggled with the question of my future, the meaning of my life - spoiled sheltered rich girl collides with great books and is devastated by her own banality.