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He ignored that, beginning to suspect his mind of harboring an alien. Once he might have termed it conscience. Now it was only an annoyance. Morality, after all, had fallen with society. He was his own ethic.
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The origin of the word "body" is the Anglo-Saxon "bodig" meaning abode. Which is what the physical body is, you see, Robert. A transient dwelling for the real self."
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Last lines: 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. A coughing chuckle filled his throat. He turned and leaned against the wall while he swallowed the pills. Full circle, he thought while the final lethargy crept into his limbs. Full circle..
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final-lines
i-am-legend
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He took the woman from her bed, pretending not to notice the question posed in his mind: Why do you always experiment on women? He didn't care to admit that the inference had any validity. She just happened to be the first one he's come across, that was all. What about the man in the living room, though? For God's sake! he flared back. I'm not going to rape the woman! Crossing your fingers, Neville? Knocking on wood? He ignored that, beginn..
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rape
morality
sexual-desire
harassment
ethic
society
instinct
right-and-wrong
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Maurice Nicoll says all history is a living today. We are not enjoying one spark of life in a huge, dead waste. We are, instead, existing at one point "in a vast process of the living who still think and feel but are invisible to us."
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From that day on he learned to accept the dungeon he existed in, neither seeking to escape with sudden derring-do nor beating his pate bloody on its walls. And, thus resigned, he returned to work.
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The death of someone with whom a person has been long and closely associated leaves a literal vacuum in that person's life,
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And to kill one's self is to violate the law because it deprives that self of working out the needs of its life.
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They spoke, at length, about the realms "above" this one. Levels at which the progressing soul becomes at one with God--formless, independent of time and substance though still aware of personal identity."
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Is he worse, then, than the publisher who filled ubiquitous racks with lust and death wishes? Really, now, search your soul, lovie - is the vampire so bad?
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There seemed no answer. He wasn't resigned to anything, he hadn't accepted or adjusted to the life he'd been forced into. Yet here he was, eight months after the plague's last victim, nine since he's spoken to another human being, ten since Virginia had died. Here he was with no future and a virtually hopeless present. Still plodding on. Instinct? Or was he just stupid? Too unimaginative to destroy himself? Why hadn't he done it in the begi..
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suicide
nature
life
life-force
meaning-of-life
survive
reasoning
purpose
survival
instinct
thought
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Send her loving thoughts," he told me. "That's all?" "That's quite a lot, Chris," he said. "Thoughts are very real."
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Richard Matheson |
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For everything in life, there's a counterpart in afterlife. This includes the most beautiful as well as the ugliest of phenomena.
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Slep lish' tot, kto ne zhelaet videt'.
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Razve mozhet byt' poritsanie bolee surovoe, chem samoosuzhdenie, kogda pritvorstvo bolee nevozmozhno?
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Richard Matheson |
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Smert' - vsego lish' prodolzhenie zhizni na drugom urovne.
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Richard Matheson |
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To, vo chto ty verish', stanovitsia tvoim mirom.
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The man is mollified. The systematic juices leave off bubbling, the fires sink, the coals are scattered. But the anger is still there, apart. Energy is never lost; a primal law. -"Mad House"
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science
insanity
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Stewardess!" She came running down the aisle, her face tightened with alarm. When she saw the look on his face, she stiffened in her tracks. "There's a man out there! A man!" cried Wilson. "What?" Skin constricted on her cheeks, around her eyes. "Look, look!" Hand shaking, Wilson dropped back into his seat and pointed out the window. "He's crawling on the--" The words ended with a choking rattle in his throat. There was nothing on the wing...
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Adoro tu cuerpo -le dije-.Ni se te ocurra considerarlo otra cosa que no sea perfecto.
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Morality, after all, had fallen with society. He was his own ethic. Makes
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Richard Matheson |
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I stood there feeling nowhere.
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Richard Matheson |
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Non c'e da stupirsi che i bambini sono felici. Per loro la vita e facile. Un po' di fame un po', un po' di freddo, un po' di paura del buio. Tutto qui. Perche affannarsi tanto a crescere? La vita diventa troppo complicata.
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Richard Matheson |
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Tantos libros -penso-; restos de la inteligencia de un planeta, migajas de mentes futiles, popurri de sistemas incapaces de impedir la muerte del hombre.
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Richard Matheson |
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On those cloudy days, Robert Neville was never sure when sunset came, and sometimes they were in the streets before he could get back.
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Richard Matheson |
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he'd thought the past was dead. How long did it take for a past to die? She
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All he knew was that. magically, both of them were naked and Marianna was bestowing upon him the kind of headlong wantonness that he'd imagined only in his most covert of fantasies - wordless, unconfined, increasingly berserk, her exquisite face gone bestial with demented sensuality, her hands and mouth like swarming creatures on his flesh, her ivory body twisting, turning, offering every possible variety of sensation, driving him deeper an..
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It's a time when men and women come to know what they truly are. A time of purging." I'd been looking at the ceiling as he spoke. At his final words, I turned to face him in surprise. "Is that what the Catholics mean by purgatory?" "In essence." He nodded. "A period during which each soul is cleansed by a self-imposed recognition of past deeds--and misdeeds." --
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Richard Matheson |
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No snow or sleet. What about people who like snow? This wouldn't be heaven to them.
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Richard Matheson |
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That's my job; to bring adventure into your life.
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Richard Matheson |
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They were completely devoted to each other. Except for us children, they seemed to have need for no one but each other. Not that they didn't see people. People liked them and wanted to see them, you know that; they were great friends with your Mom and Dad. But togetherness meant more to them than anything.
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Richard Matheson |
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What is the atomic bomb?" queried Leslie, "But a mass of tortured Elements suffering complete nervous breakdown?" I shuddered at the thought."
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Richard Matheson |
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No amount of reasonable threats prevailed.
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Accordingly, Mr. Cook spent four years, six months, two days, $5,228.20, six thousand yards of wiring, three hundred and two radio tubes, a generator, reams of paper, dizzying mentation and the good will of his wife in assembling his duplication machine.
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Richard Matheson |
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As he stepped into the sunlight, he heard the seals barking loudly. They must have an audience. Slick glory seekers. Whiskered prima donnas.
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Richard Matheson |
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The pheasants looked around in bobhead curiosity. Your pigeon cousins walk in freedom. You sit in the cage in glorious Technicolor.
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Richard Matheson |
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At home he found the same threats waiting for him. He unlocked the door and stepped into the trap he had formed around him.
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Richard Matheson |
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He hungered for peace and there was no peace. Terror was his only food.
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Richard Matheson |
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The agony of being earthbound can be indescribable. I'm sure the memory still haunts.
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Richard Matheson |
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Another day. Another collection of wracking hours.
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Richard Matheson |
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she watched the storm move off on lightning legs.
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Richard Matheson |
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My teenage years were unacceptable. An unhappy array of failed female liaisons and repetitive skin disorders.
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Richard Matheson |
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Tell ya the man's got a private line t'Moscow," he said. "A few men like that in office and we're in for it, take my word."
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he went to clean up the library with a fellow janitor; but the moment he entered the huge room, he gasped, put his heads to his temples and fell down on one knee, gasping, "My head! My head!"
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