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“These friends - and he laid his hand on some of the books - have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleasure. Through them I have come to know your great England; and to know her is to love her. I long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it is.”

Quote by Bram Stoker

Book:Dracula

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Dracula

Written by Bram Stoker, this novel is renowned for its suspenseful narrative and its influence on vampire fiction. more

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Bram Stoker
Bram Stoker

Bram Stoker, born on November 8, 1847 in Ireland, was a renowned novelist in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. He is best known for his gothic novel 'Dracula,' published in 1897. more

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