Quotes About Stoker

This is my driver,' Nico said. 'Jules-Albert finished first in the Paris–Rouen motorcar race back in 1895, but he wasn't awarded the prize because his steam car used a stoker.

I would have appreciated the satisfaction of a carnal paroxysm—in my experience, they bring a sparkle to the eye as well as brightness to the complexion and a spring to the step—but using Stoker to achieve that end was a means I could not begin to contemplate.

Yes, well, my family are either megalomaniacal villains or royal wastrels who will not acknowledge my existence. Tiberius is worth twenty of any one of them." "I suppose he is," Stoker said slowly. "But make certain he never hears that. I shan't hear the end of it." "Too late," said a cool voice.

wolpertinger?" "A mythological invention of German fantasy," I replied. "We don't yet know that," Stoker riposted, clearly annoyed. "We most certainly do. It is a singularly ludicrous creature," I explained to Tiberius, "with the body of a hare, the wings of a hawk, and a tiny set of antlers. Like a miniature deer.

Miss Speedwell, I am delighted to find my assessment of your liberal thinking is accurate. To meet a lady of such broad-mindedness is rare indeed. Stoker, if you don't marry Miss Speedwell, I might.

Before I left the castle I so fixed its entrances that never more can the Count enter there Undead.

All men are mad in some way or another, and inasmuch as you deal discreetly with your madmen, so deal with God's madmen too, the rest of the world.

As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean.

You might as well ask a man to eat molecules with a pair of chop-sticks, as to try to interest me, about the lesser carnivora, when I know of what is before me.

I am getting quite uneasy about him, though why I should I do not know, but I do wish that he would write, if it were only a single line

Mina and I fear to be idle, so we have been over all the diaries again and again. Somehow, although the reality seem greater each time, the pain and the fear seem less.

Towards morning I slept and was wakened by the continuous knocking at my door, so I guess

When the Count saw my face, his eyes blazed with a sort of demoniac fury, and he suddenly made a grab at my throat.

Death had given back part of her beauty, for her brow and cheeks had recovered some of their flowing lines.

This was manifestly a prig of the first water, and there was no use arguing with him.

I desire it much, nay I will take no refusal.

But now I am glad that I went into detail from the first, for there is something so strange about this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy.

I must regret that an attack of gout, from which malady I am a constant sufferer

passed to my room and went to bed, and, strange to say, slept without dreaming. Despair has its own calms. 31

presses, and in our implied agreement with the old scytheman it is of the essence of the contract. I