I'm sitting in my office trying to squeeze a story from my head. It is that kind of morning when you feel… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
“Then he went into the dining room, consulting his watch. It was ten thirty already. More than half the morning was gone.… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
“Maybe I can do some writing then. The phrase made him sick. It had no meaning anymore. Like a word that is… — 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… — Richard Matheson Copy Share Image
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
