Count Dracula had directed me to go to the Golden Krone Hotel, which I found, to my great delight, to be thoroughly old-fashioned, for of course I wanted to see all I could of the ways of the country.

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.

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

Denn die Todten reiten Schnell. (For the dead travel fast.)

It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.

I want to cut off her head and take out her heart.