Quotes from Richard Matheson

There was no sound but that of his shoes and the now senseless singing of birds. Once I thought they sang because everything was right with the world, Robert Neville thought. I know now I was wrong. They sing because they're feeble-minded.

That's my job; to bring adventure into your life.

Birden, ÅŸimdi anormal olan benim, diye düÅŸündü. Normallik bir çoÄŸunluk kavram?yd?, çoÄŸunluÄŸun standard?, sadece bir insan?n deÄŸil.

And he wonders, deep in the self-isolated recesses of his mind whether he is killing himself with anger, whether he is destroying his system with fury.

He was getting disgusted at this increasing nostalgic preoccupation with the past. It was a weakness, he knew, a weakness he could scarcely afford if he intended to go on. And yet he kept discovering himself drifting into extensive meditation on aspects of the past. It was almost more than he could control, and it was making him furious with himself.

Anyone who couldn't understand that what's important is a man's soul, not the color of his skin, would never be content here.

Unless the health authorities say schools have to shut down, I don't see why we should keep her home. She's not sick.

With words I have knit my shroud and will bury myself therein

new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend.

Rather than go on suffering, he had learned to stultify himself to introspection. Time had lost its multidimensional scope. There was only the present for Robert Neville; a present based on day-to-day survival marked by neither heights of joy nor depths of despair. I am predominantly vegetable, he often thought to himself. That was the way he wanted it.

O mundo ficou louco, pensou. Os mortos andam por aí e eu acho isso normal.

To the human eye, stars move very slowly. Considering their relative motion, at this moment she and I might be looking up at virtually the same sight. She in 1896, me in 1971.

Tais pensamentos eram um testemunho hediondo do mundo que ele havia aceitado; um mundo no qual assassinar era mais fácil que ter esperanças.

The atmosphere in here—

Each man's life is a tome of episodes. Consider all the moments of your life enumerated one by one with full description.

Of only one thing I am certain. If the manuscript is true, all of us had better examine our lives. Carefully.

Miró hacia la biblioteca. Aquella sabiduría no calmaría nunca su fuego; siglos y siglos de palabras no podían satisfacer aquel deseo imperativo e irracional.

Then he sat down beside the casket and rested his forehead against its cold metal side. Silence held him in its cold and gentle hands.

Still alive, he thought, heart beating senselessly, veins running without point, bones and muscles and tissue all alive and functioning with no purpose at all.

Silence held him in its cold and gentle hands.

He'd been a great one for looking for greener pastures. He'd kept looking until all his pastures were brown with time.

as Huxley put it-'to sit down before fact as a little child—be prepared to give up every preconceived notion, follow humbly wherever and to whatsoever abysses nature leads.

What is the atomic bomb?" queried Leslie, "But a mass of tortured Elements suffering complete nervous breakdown?" I shuddered at the thought.

Accordingly, Mr. Cook spent four years, six months, two days, $5,228.20, six thousand yards of wiring, three hundred and two radio tubes, a generator, reams of paper, dizzying mentation and the good will of his wife in assembling his duplication machine.