You think to baffle me, you with your pale faces all in a row, like sheep in a butcher's. You shall be sorry yet, each one of you! You think you have… - Bram Stoker

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

You think to baffle me, you—with your pale faces all in a row, like sheep in a butcher's.

preserve my sanity, for to this I am reduced. Safety and the assurance of safety are things of the past. Whilst I live on here there is but one thing to hope for, that I may not go mad, if, indeed, I be not mad already. If I be sane, then surely it is maddening to think that of all the foul things that lurk in this hateful place.

"I am glad you found your way in here, for I am sure there is much that will interest you. These companions," and he laid his hand on some of the books, "have been good friends to me and for some years past, ever since I had the good idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleasure."

Oh, why must a man like that be made unhappy when there are lots of girls about who would worship the very ground he trod on?