I hope people are reading my work in the future. I hope I have done more than frightened a couple of generations. I hope I've inspired a few people one way or another.

In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.

I had to write about realistic circumstances. Thats the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field.

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.

Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain. ... Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide.

Everyone has something to hide. And if they couldn't hide it the world would be in a lot worse mess than it is.