Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder was easier than hope.
Rather than go on suffering, he had learned to stultify himself to introspection. Time had lost its multidimensional scope. There was only the present for Robert Neville; a present based on day-to-day...
People are not punished for their deeds but by them
On those cloudy days, Robert Neville was never sure when sunset came, and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.
Non c'è da stupirsi che i bambini sono felici. Per loro la vita è facile. Un po' di fame un po', un po' di freddo, un po' di paura del buio. Tutto qui. Perché affannarsi tanto a crescere? La vita dive...
Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.
He turned away from the bar as if he could leave the question there. But questions had no location; they could follow him around.
Everything is mental,
Don’t families stay together? Not necessarily, he told me. Earth ties have less meaning here. Relationships of thought, not blood, are what count.
A man could get used to anything if he had to.
When Morton Silkline reached the hall, his customer was just flapping out a small window. Quite suddenly, Morton Silkline found the floor.
What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross? The
We are meant for one another and none else. I know that to be true. I seem, tonight, to know exactly what love is. (I could play Juliet to perfection at this moment!) It is the key to all hearts and y...
They won’t accept reasonable things with their minds but the fantastic things they’ll swallow whole when their emotions are brought into play. Because the emotions have no limits on belief. The emotio...
There was no sound but that of his shoes and the now senseless singing of birds. Once I thought they sang because everything was right with the world, Robert Neville thought. I know now I was wrong. T...
The keynote of minority prejudice is this: They are loathed because they are feared.
The agony of being earthbound can be indescribable. I’m sure the memory still haunts.
That’s my job; to bring adventure into your life.
Morality, after all, had fallen with society. He was his own ethic. Makes
In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last.