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 day the library was shut down, he thought, some maiden librarian had moved down the room, pushing each chair against its table. Carefully, with a plodding precision that was the cachet of herself.
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...
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...
At home he found the same threats waiting for him. He unlocked the door and stepped into the trap he had formed around him.
What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?
Well, why not? Why go out? It was a sure way to be free of them.
They were completely devoted to each other. Except for us children, they seemed to have need for no one but each other. Not that they didn’t see people. People liked them and wanted to see them, you k...
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. And...
He ignored that, beginning to suspect his mind of harboring an alien. Once he might have termed it conscience. Now it was only an annoyance. Morality, after all, had fallen with society. He was his ow...
He brushed his teeth carefully and used dental floss. He tried to take good care of his teeth because he was his own dentist now. Some things could go to pot, but not his health, he thought. Then why...
Everyone has something to hide. And if they couldn't hide it the world would be in a lot worse mess than it is.
Each man’s life is a tome of episodes. Consider all the moments of your life enumerated one by one with full description.
And to kill one’s self is to violate the law because it deprives that self of working out the needs of its life.
All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.
All he knew was that. magically, both of them were naked and Marianna was bestowing upon him the kind of headlong wantonness that he'd imagined only in his most covert of fantasies - wordless, unconfi...
After the first few weeks of building up intense hope about the dog, it had slowly dawned on him that intense hope was not the answer and never had been. In a world of monotonous horror there could be...
After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.
…Not that it was unjust; not that the scales were forced out of balance. Where there had been good, it showed as clearly. Kindnesses, accomplishments, all those were present, too.
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...