Dracula

by Bram Stoker

For life be, after all, only a waitin’ for somethin’ else than what we’re doin’; and death be all that we can rightly depend on.

it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall—all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

what trying to get through this book feels like

It is too bad that men cannot be trusted unless they are watched.

“Because if I find in myself—and I shall watch keenly for it—a sign of harm to any that I love, I shall die!” “You would not kill yourself?” he asked, hoarsely. “I would; if there were no friend who loved me, who would save me such a pain, and so desperate an effort!”

“Euthanasia” is an excellent and a comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.