This man belongs to me, I want him! - 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.

There was a deliberate voluptuousness that was both thrilling and repulsive.
And as she arched her neck she actually licked her lips like an animal till I could see in the moonlight the moisture
Then lapped the white, sharp teeth.
Lower and lower went her head. I closed my eyes in a languorous ecstasy and waited.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt ; I fear ; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me !