Bram Stoker
Bram Stoker
Abraham "Bram" Stokerwas an Irish author, best known today for his 1897 Gothic novel Dracula. During his lifetime, he was better known as the personal assistant of actor Henry Irving and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre in London, which Irving owned...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth8 November 1847
CityDublin, Ireland
CountryIreland
eve full strikes
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?
blood mines
The blood is life... and it shall be mine!
blood
The blood is the life!
men blood feels
No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own life-blood drawn away into the woman he loves.
men land care
But a stranger in a strange land, he is no one. Men know him not, and to know not is to care not for.
stars astrology long
The Stars are a long way off, and their words get somewhat dulled in the message.
fashion able dresses
I do not, as you know, take sufficient interest in dress to be able to describe the new fashions. Dress is a bore.
nice love-you broken
Being proposed to all is very nice and all that sort of thing, but it isn’t at all a happy thing when you have to see a poor fellow, whom you know loves you honestly, going away and looking all broken-hearted, and to know that, no matter what he may say at the moment, you are passing quite out if his life
loneliness wings brooding
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
free-will count-dracula
Enter freely and of your own free will!
roots evil selfishness
It is something like the way dame Nature gathers round a foreign body an envelope of some insensitive tissue which can protect from evil that which it would otherwise harm by contact. If this be an ordered selfishness, then we should pause before we condemn any one for the vice of egoism, for there may be deeper root for its causes than we have knowledge of.
lying fall eye
I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.