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.
…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...
What is the atomic bomb? queried Leslie, But a mass of tortured Elements suffering complete nervous breakdown?I shuddered at the thought.
To look at the entire journey all at once was stupidity. You thought of it in segments; that was the only way.
The red hands had stopped at four-twenty-seven. He wondered what day they had stopped. As he descended the stairs with his armful of books, he wondered at just what moment the clock stopped. Had it be...
The last man in the world was irretrievably stuck with his delusions.
The keynote of minority prejudice is this: They are loathed because they are feared.
That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.
Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder was easier than hope.
On those cloudy days, Robert Neville was never sure when sunset came, and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.
Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.
No snow or sleet. What about people who like snow? This wouldn’t be heaven to them.
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.
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...
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...
Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.
Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. S...
Don’t families stay together? Not necessarily, he told me. Earth ties have less meaning here. Relationships of thought, not blood, are what count.
Chris:I forgive you.Annie: For killing my children and my sweet husband?Chris: For being so wonderful a guy would choose hell over heaven just to be around you.