No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world. . . full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
With his long sharp nails he opened a vein in his breast. When the blood began to spurt out, he took my hands in one of his, holding them tight and with the other ceased my neck and pressed my mouth to the wound so that I must either suffocate or swallow. . . Some of the. . . Oh my god…my god What have I done?
She has man's brain--a brain that a man should have were he much gifted--and woman's heart. The good God fashioned her for a purpose, believe me when He made that so good combination.
Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
Suddenly, I became conscious of the fact that the driver was in the act of pulling up the horses in the courtyard of a vast ruined castle, from whose tall black windows came no ray of light, and whose broken battlements showed a jagged line against the sky.
We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not England. Our ways are not your ways, and there shall be to you many strange things. Nay, from what you have told me of your experiences already, you know something of what strange things there may be.
It's really nice to know hard work does pay off.
I heard the car door shut and then Fabian's voice. "You won't believe what I found around the edge of your property," the ghost announced. "A cave with prehistoric painting inside it!" I rolled my eyes. That was the best tactic Fabian could come up with? This was a vampire he was trying to stall, not a paleontologist.
I think there's an energy about just remaining excited. Like, you can't be excited when you're not doing something new.
I think having good family and friends really helps to ground you.