All of us have a path to follow and the path begins on earth. Richard Matheson More Quotes by Richard Matheson More Quotes From Richard Matheson (After death.) So few people who come across, possess awareness of any kind. All they bring along with them are worthless values. All they desire is continuation of what they had in life no matter how misguided or degraded. . . Will those people ever progress, even with our help? Richard Matheson progressdesirepeople That's what was wrong with drinking too much. You became immune to drunken delights. There was no solace in liquor. Before you got happy, you collapsed. Richard Matheson delightalcoholdrinking We've forgotten much. How to struggle, how to rise to dizzy heights and sink to unparalleled depths. We no longer aspire to anything. Even the finer shades of despair are lost to us. We've ceased to be runners. We plod from structure to conveyance to employment and back again. We live within the boundaries that science has determined for us. The measuring stick is short and sweet. The full gamut of life is a brief, shadowy continuum that runs from gray to more gray. The rainbow is bleached. We hardly know how to doubt anymore. (“The Thing”) Richard Matheson strugglerunningsweet Robert Neville looked out over the new people of the earth. He knew he did not belong to them; he knew that, like the vampires, he was anathema and black terror to be destroyed. And, abruptly, the concept came, amusing to him even in his pain. ... Full circle. A new terror born in death, a new superstition entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am legend. Richard Matheson circlespainpeople God, how impossible life is without money. Nothing can ever overcome it, it's everything when it's anything. How can I write in peace with endless worries of money, money, money? (“Disappearing Act”) Richard Matheson overcomingworrywriting I had to write about realistic circumstances. Thats the way my brain works. And I think that gave me a sort of place in the field. Richard Matheson brainwritingthinking Each memory was brought to life before me and within me. I could not avoid them. Neither could I rationalize, explain away. I could only re-experience with total cognizance, unprotected by pretense. Self delusion was impossible, truth exposed in this blinding light. Nothing as I thought it had been. Nothing as I hoped it had been. Only as it had been. Richard Matheson lightselfmemories 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. Richard Matheson proudkindnesschildren Really now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood. Richard Matheson vampiresoulblood Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled. Richard Matheson jagged-edgesobrietyedges I can get pissed off very easily. Richard Matheson pissed-offi-can …Those who’ve marred their appearance in any way by their actions in life aren’t forced to witness that marring. If they were, they’d become self-conscious and be unable to concentrate on improving themselves. Richard Matheson selfactionway No longer will you be a weird Robinson Crusoe, imprisoned on an island of night surrounded by oceans of death. Richard Matheson oceanislandsnight What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible? Richard Matheson condemnationharshself He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet’s intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing. Richard Matheson mindmenbook When you sleep, your dream world is as real to you as life, isn’t it? Richard Matheson realdreamsleep Somewhere In Time is the story of a love which transcends time , What Dreams May Come is the story of a love which transcends death . ... I feel that they represent the best writing I have done in the novel form. Richard Matheson storiesdreamwriting It is my conviction that basic Reality is not all that perplexing. What seems difficult to assimilate are the manifold details of Reality, not its fundamental elements. Richard Matheson detailsfundamentalsreality Failures plagued me. Things I had omitted or ignored, neglected. What I should have given and hadn’t. I felt the biting pang of every unfulfillment. Richard Matheson bitingignoredshould-have I hate it when something I've had published "inspires" some nut to imitate what I've written, or some teacher gets fired for having her students read one of my stories or novels. Richard Matheson hatenutsteacher
