And, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.

Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.

Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, its only because we havent been able to understand it yet.

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 understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand.