Book: Carmilla

Dreams can easily penetrate through the thick stone walls, light up dark chambers, or overshadow the light, and the inhabitants of dreams come and go, when I want the constipation to them at all.

Fear is contagious, and your loved ones will certainly have common fears.

In this world girls are like caterpillars: they will become butterflies or moths, but first we need to transform into a pupa or larva - all different, but the fate of the General.

Honey, your little heart is wounded; think not that I am cruel because I obey the immutable laws of my strength and my weakness, along with your wounded heart is bleeding and my. Exhausted from the passion of self-abasement, I immerse myself in your warm life, and you will die, sweetly die, merged with me. What will happen: now you're attracted to me, and you will in turn attract others and know ill bliss from which love is inseparable.

In his youth, grow closer and fall in love accidentally.

It happens that the mind is dormant, to not want to talk, but the foreign words, care-pleasant.

Pure and sinless, she died, relying on post-mortem bliss.

Love requires sacrifice. Victims require blood. What a sacrifice without blood?

Life and death is an impenetrable mystery, and we don't know what was behind them.

Love is always selfish, and it's softer, more zabalueva. Loving me, you go with me to death, or go with me, hating me - before his death, and a death threshold. Anyway - love or hate, just indifference.

You will think that I am cruel, selfish. Yes, this is true, but this is really a property of love: the hotter she is, the selfish. You have no idea, how jealous I am. You will love me and will be with me until death. Can hate me, but still you come with me, you will hate and death, and then beyond the grave.

According to popular misconception there is nothing easier than to gather strength; if you want, and they will appear by themselves