Not only did i rediscover every experience of my life, i had to live each unfulfilled desire as wellas though theyd been fulfilled. I saw that what transpires in the mind is just as real as any flesh and blood occurrence. What had only been imagination in life, now became tangible, each fantasy a full reality. I lived them allwhile, at the same time, standing to the side, a witness to their, often, intimate squalor. A witness cursed with total objectivity.
They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit. Suicide only precipitates a darker continuation of the same conditions from which escape was sought. A condition under circumstances so much more painful.
In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. Horror he had adjusted to. But monotony was the greater obstacle, and he realized it now, understood it at long last. And understanding it seemed to give him a sort of quiet peace, a sense of having spread all the cards on his mental table, examined them, and settled conclusively on the desired hand.
Chris nielsen: thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time i saw them. Thank you for being someone i was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how i always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for everytime i ever failed you. Especially this one.
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.