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“Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring.”
― Bram Stoker

“I have been so long master
that I would be master still, or at least that none other
should be master of me.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonorable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“I鈥檓 a hard nut to crack, and I take it standing up.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“He considered that a moment, rolling the sweet over his tongue. "There are times when it is entirely safe to show one's vulnerability, to roll over and reveal the soft underbelly beneath. But there are other times when pain must be borne without a murmur, when the pain is so consuming that if you give in to it, even in the slightest, you have lost everything.”
― Deanna Raybourn, A Curious Beginning

“You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chop-sticks, as to try to interest me, about the lesser carnivora, when I know of what is before me.”
― Bram Stoker

“He gave me a look that was almost pitying, and when he smiled it was the smile of a vengeful god. "My dear Veronica, I am suprised you have not already learned -- everyone has a capacity for cruelty. Not everyone gets the chance to exercise it.”
― Deanna Raybourn, A Curious Beginning

“It seems that there is never to be any perfect rest. Even in Eden the snake rears its head among the laden boughs of the Tree of Knowledge. The silence of the dreamless night is broken by the roar of the avalanche; the hissing of sudden floods; the clanging of the engine bell marking its sweep through a sleeping American town; the clanking of distant paddles over the sea....”
― Bram Stoker, The Jewel of Seven Stars

“There was a pity in her eyes which gave me some comfort, though not much; a man whose
soul is crying out for love does not want pity.”
― Bram Stoker, The Mystery of the Sea

“The man whirled, his hands still gripping the animal's skin, his face perfectly illuminated by the fire. He was half in shadow, and the shadow revealed him slowly. His left eye was covered by a black leather patch, and thin white scar raked his brow and the cheekbone below. The carried on, down the length of his neck, into the thick black beard, twisting under his collarbone and around his torso. They marred only the skin, I noted, for the muscles beneath were whole and strong, and the entire impression was one of great vitality and energy, strength unbridled. He looked nothing so much as a fallen god working at a trade.

"Hephaestus at the forge," I murmured, recalling my mythology....”
― Deanna Raybourn, A Curious Beginning

“....The secret voices of the brain need not always speak in
thunder; the Dream-Painter within us need not always have a full canvas for the exercise of his
craft.”
― Bram Stoker, The Mystery of the Sea

“The requiem of the twain was the roar of the breaking waves and the scream of the white birds that circled round the Watter's Mou'.”
― Bram Stoker, The Watter's Mou'

“I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula