Richard Matheson

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Heaven would never be heaven without you

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Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence

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Let this hell be our heaven

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What condemnation could possibly be more harsh than one’s own, when self-pretense is no longer possible?

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If men only felt about death as they do about sleep, all terrors would cease. . . Men sleep contentedly, assured that they will wake the following morning. They should feel the same about their lives