I’m an animal! he exulted. I’m a dumb, stupid animal and I’m going to drink!
Is he worse, then, than the publisher who filled ubiquitous racks with lust and death wishes? Really, now, search your soul, lovie – is the vampire so bad?
In less than an hour I have to hold class for a group of idiot freshmen. And, on a desk in the living room, is a mountain of midterm examinations with essays I must suffer through, feeling my stomach...
If you only knew the beauty which awaits you, Daniel. If you only knew how lovely are the realms which lie beyond this house. Would you keep yourself locked in a barren cell when all the beauties of t...
If I could die now, he thought; peacefully, gently, without a tremor or a crying out. If I could be with her. If I could believe I would be with her. His
Everyone has a secret place in his mind. Otherwise relationships would be impossible.
This, he knew, was courage, the truest, ultimate courage, because there was no one here to sympathize or praise him for it. What he felt was felt without the hope of commendation.
They thought he was blind until the doctor told them it was just a vacuous stare. He told them that Jules, with his large head, might be a genius or an idiot. It turned out he was an idiot. He never s...
They sat there in the evening of the last day. And, though there was no actual point to it, they loved each other.
That wind of terrible and jealous beauty blowing over me—that dark fire, that music …
Staring down at the brook, I remembered a stream near Mammoth Lake. We’d parked the camper just above it and, all night, listened to it splashing across rocks and stones; a lovely sound.
Se estrecha el círculo. Un nuevo terror nacido de la muerte, una nueva superstición que invade la fortaleza del tiempo. Soy leyenda.
Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad?All he does is drink blood.
People on earth are never alone, he explained. There’s always someone as a guide for each individual.
Of only one thing I am certain. If the manuscript is true, all of us had better examine our lives. Carefully.
Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.
Literally, it was inconceivable to us; as though, by divorcing, we would voluntarily permit ourselves to be torn in half.
In a typical desperation for quick answers, easily understood, people had turned to primitive worship as the solution. With less than success. Not only had they died as quickly as the rest of the peop...
I'm sitting in my office trying to squeeze a story from my head. It is that kind of morning when you feel like melting the typewriter into a bar of steel and clubbing yourself to death with it. (Advan...
Heaven would never be heaven without you.