Quotes by : Richard Matheson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!

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

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