God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. (Mad House)
For everything in life, there’s a counterpart in afterlife. This includes the most beautiful as well as the ugliest of phenomena.
…They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit. Suicide only precipitates a darker cont...
„Another day. Another collection of wracking hours.
Смерть - всего лишь продолжение жизни на другом уровне.
Desperate need to believe in a God that shepherded his own creations.
No sabía cuánto tiempo había pasado allí. Al fin, pensó, aun el dolor más profundo se aplaca, la desesperación más intensa se desvanece. La maldición del verdugo: la víctima se acostumbra al látigo.
Howlong did it take for a past to die?
He leaned back against the brick step, puffing out slow clouds of smoke. Far out across that field he knew there was still a depression in the ground where he had buried Virginia, where she had unburi...
He forgot everything, time and place; it was just the two of them together, needing each other, survivors of a black terror embracing because they had found each other.
Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.
But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his strong desire to reach out and stroke the dog's head. He had such a terrible yearning to love somethi...
As he stepped into the sunlight, he heard the seals barking loudly. They must have an audience. Slick glory seekers. Whiskered prima donnas.
Anyone who couldn’t understand that what’s important is a man’s soul, not the color of his skin, would never be content here.
And this knowledge you say you’ve acquired—are you conscious of an increase in it since your ill-fated visit to the library? Fed nodded. I know more than ever.
And he wonders, deep in the self-isolated recesses of his mind whether he is killing himself with anger, whether he is destroying his system with fury.
Accordingly, Mr. Cook spent four years, six months, two days, $5,228.20, six thousand yards of wiring, three hundred and two radio tubes, a generator, reams of paper, dizzying mentation and the good w...
[...] Pero luego el silencio cubrió las cabezas, como una manta pesada. Todos volvieron hacia Neville unos rostros pálidos. Neville los observó serenamente. Y de pronto comprendió. Yo soy el anormal a...
What is the atomic bomb? queried Leslie, But a mass of tortured Elements suffering complete nervous breakdown?I shuddered at the thought.
They said he used to cackle and bark in his crib after dark. They said he walked at two months and sat staring at the moon whenever it shone. Those were things that people said. His parents were alway...