Bram Stoker

There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.

I stood beside Van Helsing, and said;- "Ah, well, poor girl, there is peace for her at last. It is the end!" He turned to me, and said with grave solemnity:- "Not so; alas! not so. It is only the beginning!

Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!

Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?

But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.

Oh, the terrible struggle that I have had against sleep so often of late; the pain of the sleeplessness, or the pain of the fear of sleep, and with such unknown horror as it has for me! How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

It is the eve of St. George's Day. Do you not know that tonight, when the clock strikes midnight, all the evil things in the world will have full sway?

A house cannot be made habitable in a day; and, after all, how few days go to make up a century.

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

There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.

My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.

I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am all sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, ‘May I come in?’ is not true laughter. No! He is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person, he choose no time of suitability. He say, ‘I am here.

We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.

Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.

The blood is life... and it shall be mine!

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.

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.

Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker

Sleep has no place it can call its own.

For now, feeling as though my own brain were unhinged or as if the shock had come which must end in its undoing, I turn to my diary for repose. The habit of entering accurately must help sooth me.