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

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. Self delusion was impossible, truth exposed in this blinding light. Nothing as I thought it had been. Nothing as I hoped it had been. Only as it had been.

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

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.

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.

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")