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61 " Well, why not? Why not go out? It was a sure way to be free of them. "
― Richard Matheson , I Am Legend
62 " Toward the end of the plague, yellow journalism had spread a cancerous dread of vampires to all corners of the nation. He could remember himself the rash of pseudo-scientific articles that veiled an out-and-out fright campaign designed to sell papers. There was something grotesquely amusing in that; the frenetic attempt to sell papers while the world died. Not that all newspapers had done that. Those papers that had lived in honesty and integrity died the same way. "
63 " Time had lost its multidimensional scope. There was only the present for Robert Neville; a present based on dayto-day survival, marked by neither heights of joy nor depths of despair. I am predominantly vegetable, he often thought to himself. That was the way he wanted it "
64 " Birden, şimdi anormal olan benim, diye düşündü. Normallik bir çoğunluk kavramıydı, çoğunluğun standardı, sadece bir insanın değil. "
65 " Morality fell with society "
66 " He was getting disgusted at this increasing nostalgic preoccupation with the past. It was a weakness, he knew, a weakness he could scarcely afford if he intended to go on. And yet he kept discovering himself drifting into extensive meditation on aspects of the past. It was almost more than he could control, and it was making him furious with himself. "
67 " Unless the health authorities say schools have to shut down, I don’t see why we should keep her home. She’s not sick. "
68 " Why do you want me to stay?” she asked unhappily. He looked at her without a definite answer in his mind. Then he said, “Even if you are infected, I can’t let you go out there. You don’t know what they’d do to you.” Her eyes closed. “I don’t care,” she said. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN “I don’t understand it,” he told her over supper. "
69 " new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend. "
70 " Still alive, he thought, heart beating senselessly, veins running without point, bones and muscles and tissue all alive and functioning with no purpose at all. "
71 " Silence held him in its cold and gentle hands. "
72 " In a world of monotonous horror there could be no salvation in wild dreaming. "
73 " What did it matter what he did? Life would be equally purposeless no matter what his decision was. "