Richard Matheson Quotes

Quiet is here and all in me. ("Dress of White Silk")

God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our he...

We've forgotten much. How to struggle, how to rise to dizzy heights and sink to unparalleled depths....

I'm sitting in my office trying to squeeze a story from my head. It is that kind of morning when you...

All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth.

As her analyst had told her: the deeper buried the distress, the further into the body it went. The ...

Let this hell be our heaven.

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.

And suddenly he thought, I'm the abnormal one now. Normalcy was a majority concept, the standard of ...

How quickly one accepts the incredible if only one sees it enough!

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its ...

No, by God, he had no intention of going on like a blind man, plodding down a path of brainless, fru...

That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no so...

Because there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And w...

It was a fairy tale, no fooling. It was unreality becoming real. This frightened her. Because people...

Everyone has something to hide. And if they couldn't hide it the world would be in a lot worse mess ...

Heaven would never be heaven without you.

Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul...

This, he knew, was courage, the truest, ultimate courage, because there was no one here to sympathiz...

What would a Mohammedan vampire do if faced with a cross?

Again he shook his head. The world's gone mad, he thought. The dead walk about and I think nothing o...

He took the woman from her bed, pretending not to notice the question posed in his mind: Why do you ...

Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!

He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books...

There seemed no answer. He wasn't resigned to anything, he hadn't accepted or adjusted to the life h...

Yet, despite all, it is a difficult thing to admit the existence of ghosts in a coldly factual world...

He kept thinking about Mary. What a fool he'd been to let her go. To think, with the thoughtless ass...

God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's a...

Very well then! I'll write, write write. He let the words soak into his mind and displace all else.A...

You can get used to horror, he thought. When it has lost immediacy and is no longer pungent and has ...

He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant...

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contente...

She felt all right. Her heart was like a drum hanging from piano wire in her chest, slowly, slowly b...

…Not that it was unjust; not that the scales were forced out of balance. Where there had been good, ...

Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rat...

Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her?His throat moved. Such...

It’s horrible," she said.He looked at her in surprise. Horrible? Wasn’t that odd? He hadn’t thought ...

Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t...

In a typical desperation for quick answers, easily understood, people had turned to primitive worshi...

Not only did I rediscover every experience of my life, I had to live each unfulfilled desire as well...

It was a high ceilinged room with tall, large-panes windows. Apart from the doorway was the desk whe...

She sounded angry. That was the way she'd been as long as he'd known her. If she became ill, it irri...

Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he kn...

But it was hard to keep his hands still. He could almost feel them twitching emphatically with his s...

The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body ...

But are his needs any more shocking than the needs of any other animals and men? Are his deeds more ...

The vampire was real. It was only that his true story had never been told.

How shall I typify what happened? Passion play? Somewhat. Weird tale? Indubitably. Horror story? Pre...

I looked at all the people, feeling sorry for them. They were still subordinate to clock and calenda...

It was more than a spider. It was every unknown terror in the world fused into wriggling, poison-jaw...

Perhaps jungle life, despite physical danger, was a relaxing one. Surely it was free of the petty gr...

But now, in the final hours, even hope had vanished. Yet he could smile. At a point without hope he ...

…Those who’ve marred their appearance in any way by their actions in life aren’t forced to witness t...

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possi...

…They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a pers...