Death, the final, triumphant lover. – Bela Lugosi
It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more. – Bela Lugosi
Death, the final, triumphant lover. – Bela Lugosi
It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more. – Bela Lugosi
It is women who bear the race in bloody agony. Suffering is a kind of horror. Blood is a kind of horror. Women are born with horror in their very bloodstream. It is a biological thing. – Bela Lugosi
I dont have a dime left. I am dependent on my friends for food and a small old-age pension. – Bela Lugosi