There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive. And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Far, far away, there is a beautiful Country which no human eye has ever seen in waking hours. Under the Sunset it… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Paris is a city of centralisation--and centralisation and classification are closely allied. In the early times, when centralisation is becoming a fact,… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“I promise." and as I said it I felt that from that instant a door had been shut between us.” — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“He became almost speechless for a minute, and then went on, "Do you know what the place is? Have you seen that awful den… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“..the world seems full of good men--even if there are monsters in it.” — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Euthanasia" is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it. — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Our toil must be in silence, and our efforts all in secret; for this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see,… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“It seems to me that the further East you go the more unpunctual are the trains. What ought they to be in China? -… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
The only beautiful thing in the world whose beauty lasts for ever is a pure, fair soul. — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
