His body and his mind went about their different businesses. The former, freed from conscious instruction, breathed, rolled, sweated, and digested. The latter went dreaming.

Richard Christian Matheson is a master of compression. He knows how to catch a moment in words and convey it straight to the reader's heart.

I've never worked where it was hard to be gay. Besides, being gay is a spectacular irrelevance to getting on with your life.

To dream in isolation can be properly splendid to be sure; but to dream in company seems to me infinitely preferable.

Those old hypocrites. They talk about killing witches but the Good Book’s full of magic. Turning the Nile to blood and parting the Red Sea. What’s that if it’s not good old-fashioned magic? Want a little water into wine? No trouble! How about raising the dead man Lazarus? Just say the word!

What worth was a man who could not be haunted?

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.