Quotes from Richard Matheson

No amount of reasonable threats prevailed.

If it had been me, I would have done the same thing, remained silent, then died.

As he stepped into the sunlight, he heard the seals barking loudly. They must have an audience. Slick glory seekers. Whiskered prima donnas.

Well, why not? My dream woman has always been been unavailable to me. What difference does a mere three-quarters of a century make?

The pheasants looked around in bobhead curiosity. Your pigeon cousins walk in freedom. You sit in the cage in glorious Technicolor.

I will try to be consistent, no longer oscillating like some planet that has lost its way. For, at long last, I have found my sun.

We are meant for one another and none else. I know that to be true. I seem, tonight, to know exactly what love is. (I could play Juliet to perfection at this moment!) It is the key to all hearts and your love has opened mine forever. For me, this world begins and ends with you.

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

he went to clean up the library with a fellow janitor; but the moment he entered the huge room, he gasped, put his heads to his temples and fell down on one knee, gasping, "My head! My head!

Jetzt wusste er, dass sie tatsächlich Angst vor ihm hatten, so wie seinesgleichen einst Angst vor ihnen gehabt hatte, den schrecklichen Gestalten der Legende. Für sie war er die Geißel der Menschheit, der neuen Gesellschaft [...] Für sie war er bisher ein unsichtbares Schreckgespenst gewesen, das als grauenvollen Beweis seiner Existenz die blutleeren Leichen derer, die sie liebten, zurückgelassen hatte. [...] Ich bin Legende!

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 their fear of death the finest tribute any writer could receive. ... Somewhere In Time is my favorite novel.

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

So close—the Infinitesimal and the Infinite. But suddenly I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet, like the closing of a gigantic circle.

That which you believe becomes your world.

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 to my existence.

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

Let this hell be our heaven.

They think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit. Suicide only precipitates a darker continuation of the same conditions from which escape was sought. A condition under circumstances so much more painful.

What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one's own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

Chris Nielsen: Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for our children. For the first time I saw them. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for everytime I ever failed you. Especially this one...

If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives.

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

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