" Do not think that I am not sad, though I laugh. See I have cried even when the laugh did choke me. But no more think that I am sorry when I cry, for the laugh he come just the same. Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say: "May I come in?" is not true laughter, No! he is a king and come when and how he like. He ask no person; he choose no time of suitability. . . It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries and woes and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that fall as they burn - all dance together to the music that he make. "

― , Dracula