He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet’s intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
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… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
(After death.) So few people who come across, possess awareness of any kind. All they bring along with them are worthless values. All they… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
“He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one's embrace. To… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
“All right, little boy, he tried kidding himself, calm down now. Santa Claus is coming to town with all the nice answers. No longer… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
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… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
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… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
“It’s horrible," she said. He looked at her in surprise. Horrible? Wasn’t that odd? He hadn’t thought that for years. For him the word… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
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… — Richard Matheson Copy Share
There we will, I pray, remain and learn and grow until the time when we will rise together to the ultimate heights, changing in… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
“No, by God, he had no intention of going on like a blind man, plodding down a path of brainless, fruitless existence until old… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
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… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
