As Her Analyst Had Told Her: The

Full Circle. A New Terror Born In Death, A New Superstition Entering The Unassailable Fortress Of Forever. I Am Legend.

I Can Get Pissed Off Very Easily.

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'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”)

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.