Dracula

by Bram Stoker

“Take care,” he said, “take care how you cut yourself. It is more dangerous than you think in this country.”

The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me; with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

“You had better come too, captain, before it is too late. He is there. I know the secret now. The sea will save me from Him, and it is all that is left!”

here all night I stayed, and in the dimness of the night I saw It—Him! God forgive me, but the mate was right to jump overboard.

These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being.

this night our feet must tread in thorny paths; or later, and forever, the feet you love must walk in paths of flame!”

“he can live for centuries, and you are but mortal woman. Time is now to be dreaded—since once he put that mark upon your throat.”

It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way—even by death—and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment.

“Fear for me! Why fear for me? None safer in all the world from them than I am,”

the maw of the wolf were better to rest in than the grave of the Vampire!

This then was the Un-Dead home of the King-Vampire, to whom so many more were due.

For, friend John, hardly had my knife severed the head of each, before the whole body began to melt away and crumble into its native dust, as though the death that should have come centuries agone had at last assert himself and say at once and loud, “I am here!”

I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.