I know now the span of my life. God help me!
Let me be calm, for out of that way lies madness indeed.
In the population of Transylvania there are four distinct nationalities: Saxons in the south, and mixed with them the Wallachs, who are the descendants of the Dacians; Magyars in the west; and Szekelys in the east and north.
Maybe it’s in that wind out over the sea that’s bringin’ with it loss and wreck, and sore distress, and sad hearts.
My life is hers, and I would give the last drop of blood in my body for her.
As I look round this room, although it has been to me so full of fear, it is now a sort of sanctuary, for nothing can be more dreadful than those awful women, who were-who are-waiting to suck my blood.
I pity your poor bleeding heart.
Van Helsing would, I know, do anything for me for a personal reason. So, no matter what ground he comes, we must accept his wishes. He is a seemingly arbitrary man, but this is because he knows what he is talking about better than anyone else. He is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day; and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mind.
He is there. I know the secret now. The sea will save me from Him, and it is all that is left.
When I have received your letter, I am already coming to you.
I felt myself struggling to awake to some call of instinct; nay, my very soul was struggling, and my half-remembered sensibilities were stirring to answer the call.
How can I escape from the dreadful thrall of night and gloom and fear?
Come with me, my dear young friend. Not an hour shall you wait in my house against your will, though sad am I at your going, and that you so suddenly desire it. Come!
Back, back to you own place! Your time is not yet come. Wait. Have patience. Tomorrow night, tomorrow night, is yours!
I was again a prisoner, and the net of doom was closing around me more closely.
I am beginning to wonder if my long habit of life amongst the insane is beginning to tell upon my own brain.
The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me;.
He was lying on his belly on the floor, licking up, like a dog, the blood from my wounded wrist.
Time is all in all to us now.
I feel I am dying of weakness, and have barely strength to write, but it must be done if I die in the doing.