Quotes from Richard Matheson

At home he found the same threats waiting for him. He unlocked the door and stepped into the trap he had formed around him.

He was out hunting for Cortman. It had become a relaxing hobby, hunting for Cortman; one of the few diversions left to him.

Tell ya the man's got a private line t'Moscow," he said. "A few men like that in office and we're in for it, take my word.

Non c'è da stupirsi che i bambini sono felici. Per loro la vita è facile. Un po' di fame un po', un po' di freddo, un po' di paura del buio. Tutto qui. Perché affannarsi tanto a crescere? La vita diventa troppo complicata.

She doesn't have to even give me supper. Im not hungry anyway. Im full. (Dress of White Silk)

Memory was such a worthless thing, really. Nothing it dealt with was attainable. It was concerned with phantom acts and feelings, with all that was uncapturable except in thought. It was without satisfaction. Mostly it hurt….

Maurice Nicoll says all history is a living today. We are not enjoying one spark of life in a huge, dead waste. We are, instead, existing at one point "in a vast process of the living who still think and feel but are invisible to us.

That wind of terrible and jealous beauty blowing over me—that dark fire, that music …

What did it matter what he did? Life would be equally purposeless no matter what his decision was.

Thinking about it, he almost forgot that nightfall was approaching. With a start he looked up and saw Ben Cortman running at him from across the street. "Neville!" He jumped up from the porch and ran into the house, locking and bolting the door behind him with shaking hands.

Oh, they knew it was something, but it couldn't be that -- not that. That was imagination, that was superstition, there was no such thing as that. And before science had caught up with the legend, the legend had swallowed science and everything.

Tantos libros -pensó-; restos de la inteligencia de un planeta, migajas de mentes fútiles, popurrí de sistemas incapaces de impedir la muerte del hombre.

Emily Post mincing through the graveyard. Etiquette for Young Vampires.

Here we are, kiddies, sitting like a bug in a rug, snugly, surrounded by a battalion of bloodsuckers who wish no more than to sip freely of my bonded, 100 proof hemoglobin. Have a drink, men, this one's really on me.

They thought he was blind until the doctor told them it was just a vacuous stare. He told them that Jules, with his large head, might be a genius or an idiot. It turned out he was an idiot. He never spoke a word until he was five. Then, one night coming up to supper, he sat down at the table and said "Death.

what felt like skin the texture of cooked mushroom.

And the answer was always lost in a tangle of becauses and wells and endless reasons that he clung to like a drowning man at straws.

ego subliminal: esa vasta y oculta extensión de la personalidad humana que, al igual que un iceberg, forma parte del

supuesto umbral de la conciencia. Ahí es donde radica la fascinación

There were no servants to maintain the house; they were indistinguishable from the guests by then.

Adoro tu cuerpo -le dije-.Ni se te ocurra considerarlo otra cosa que no sea perfecto.

seven million dollars

I stood there feeling nowhere.

I think I know the secret of Hell House, Ben." Fischer didn't speak for almost half a minute. "Do you?" he asked then. "It's Belasco." "How?" "He safeguards the haunting of his house by reinforcing it," she said. "By acting as a hidden aide for every other haunting force.