Richard Matheson, I Am Legend And Other Stories Quotes
After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.
That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.
The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.
She sounded angry. That was the way she'd been as long as he'd known her. If she became ill, it irritated her. She was annoyed by sickness. She seemed to regard it as a personal affront.
The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.