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 MathesonEveryone has something to hide. And if they couldn't hide it the world would be in a lot worse mess than it is.
Richard MathesonReally now, search your soul, lovie-is the vampire so bad? All he does is drink blood.
Richard MathesonโฆThey think of suicide as a quick route to oblivion, an escape. Far from it. It merely alters a person from one form to another. Nothing can destroy the spirit. Suicide only precipitates a darker continuation of the same conditions from which escape was sought. A condition under circumstances so much more painful.
Richard Matheson