But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his strong desire to reach out and stroke the dog's head. He had such a terrible yearning to love something again, and the dog was such a beautiful ugly dog.
Richard MathesonRobert 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.
Richard MathesonAnd, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.
Richard MathesonI 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.
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