Richard Matheson Quotes
Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.
Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.
To me there is nothing that goes against nature. If it seems incomprehensible, its only because we havent been able to understand it yet.
Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.
All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.
I hope people are reading my work in the future. I hope I have done more than frightened a couple of generations. I hope I've inspired a few people one way or another.
After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.
Everyone has something to hide. And if they couldn't hide it the world would be in a lot worse mess than it is.
That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed.
As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The digestive system was about as far as it could go to hide.
Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (“Death Ship”)
I felt puny and absurd, a ludicrous midget. Easy enough to talk of soul and spirit and existential worth, but not when you're three feet tall.
What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?
The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.
Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment.
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.
Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood.
And, before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.
No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death.
I hate it when something I've had published "inspires" some nut to imitate what I've written, or some teacher gets fired for having her students read one of my stories or novels.
Our world is in profound danger. Mankind must establish a set of positive values with which to secure its own survival.
I had to write about realistic circumstances. Thats the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field.
And suddenly he thought, I'm the abnormal one now. Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of many and not the standard of just one man.
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 endless worries of money, money, money? (“Disappearing Act”)
God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. (“Mad House”)
This, he knew, was courage, the truest, ultimate courage, because there was no one here to sympathize or praise him for it. What he felt was felt without the hope of commendation.
She sounded angry. That was the way she'd been as long as he'd known her. If she became ill, it irritated her. She was annoyed by sickness. She seemed to regard it as a personal affront.
The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.
I looked at all the people, feeling sorry for them. They were still subordinate to clock and calendar. Absolved of that, I stood becalmed.
