What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than oneโs own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?
Richard MathesonBecause there was only one thing worse than dying. And that was knowing you were going to die. And where. And how. (โDeath Shipโ)
Richard MathesonGod, 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? (โDisappearing Actโ)
Richard MathesonThat'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