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I can get pissed off very easily.
Now when I die, I shall only be dead.
How long did it take for a past to die?
That which you believe becomes your world
Heaven would never be heaven without you.
Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.
A man could get used to anything if he had to.
A surfeiting of terror soon made terror a cliché.
Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")
What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross?
All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.
How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough.
When you sleep, your dream world is as real to you as life, isn’t it?
The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.
In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming.
Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood.
Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.
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?
No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.
Everyone has something to hide. And if they couldn't hide it the world would be in a lot worse mess than it is.
After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.
Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.
Our world is in profound danger. Mankind must establish a set of positive values with which to secure its own survival.
Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.
Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (“Death Ship”)
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.
I had to write about realistic circumstances. That's the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field.
To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, its only because we havent been able to understand it yet.
To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, it's only because we haven't been able to understand it yet.
I felt puny and absurd, a ludicrous midget. Easy enough to talk of soul and spirit and existential worth, but not when you're three feet tall.
I think we're yearning for something beyond the every day. And I will tell you I don't believe in the supernatural, I believe in the supernormal.
Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.
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.
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.
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.
It is my conviction that basic Reality is not all that perplexing. What seems difficult to assimilate are the manifold details of Reality, not its fundamental elements.
I hate it when something I've had published "inspires" some nut to imitate what I've written, or some teacher gets fired for having her students read one of my stories or novels.
God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's anything. How can I write in peace with endless worries of money, money, money? (“Disappearing Act”)
If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.
Memory was such a worthless thing, really. Nothing it dealt with was attainable. It was concerned with phantom acts and feelings, with all that was uncapturable except in thought. It was without satisfaction.
…Those who’ve marred their appearance in any way by their actions in life aren’t forced to witness that marring. If they were, they’d become self-conscious and be unable to concentrate on improving themselves.
If you go too far in fantasy and break the string of logic, and become nonsensical, someone will surely remind you of your dereliction....Pound for pound, fantasy makes a tougher opponent for the creative person.
I'm sitting in my office trying to squeeze a story from my head. It is that kind of morning when you feel like melting the typewriter into a bar of steel and clubbing yourself to death with it. (“Advance Notice”)
Somewhere In Time is the story of a love which transcends time , What Dreams May Come is the story of a love which transcends death . ... I feel that they represent the best writing I have done in the novel form.
There we will, I pray, remain and learn and grow until the time when we will rise together to the ultimate heights, changing in appearance but never in devotion, sharing the transcendent glory of our love through all eternity.
'I Am Legend' is quite unusual for its time. I just wanted to write a story about female boxers, and I couldn't get that going in my mind. I don't know exactly where the idea of just a man pitting himself against a robot boxer came from.
I think What Dreams May Come is the most important (read effective) book I've written. It has caused a number of readers to lose their fear of death the finest tribute any writer could receive. ... Somewhere In Time is my favorite novel.
I wrote about real people and real circumstances and real neighborhoods. There was no crypt or castles or H.P. Lovecraft-type environments. They were just about normal people who had something bizarre happening to them in the neighborhood.
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.