“My only doubt was as to whether any dream could be more terrible than the unnatural, horrible net of gloom and mystery… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid,… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“a wind howling began, which seemed to form all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
Then a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear.… — 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
