. . . a wind howling began, which seemed to form all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.

I could see it under the heavy moustache, was fixed and rather cruel-looking, with peculiarly sharp white teeth; these protruded over the lips, whose remarkable ruddiness showed astonishing vitality in a man of his years.

It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.

I have been so long master
that I would be master still, or at least that none other
should be master of me.

Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with eyebrows like yours.

There are vampires. They are real, they are of our time, and they are here, close by, stalking us as we sleep...