Quotes by : Richard Matheson

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now when I die, I shall only be dead.

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

Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard!

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