Saturday, November 12, 2011 at 9:24AM
Drew Wolfe

Bram Stoker

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

I am Dracula, and I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in, the night air is chill, and you must need to eat and rest.

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things.

Nothing is too small. I counsel you, put down in record even your doubts and surmises. Hereafter it may be of interest to you to see how true you guess. We learn from failure, not from success!

The fame of an actor is won in minutes and seconds, not in years.

Let me be accurate in everything, for though you and I have seen some strange things together, you may at the first think that I, Van Helsing, am mad. That the many horrors and the so long strain on nerves has at the last turn my brain.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

 

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