Quotes from Robert Bloch

And here, all along, she'd thought of herself as being so calm, so cool, so composed.

All at once she could hear the sullen patter of the rain and sense the sigh of the wind behind it.

There are times when you must stop analyzing and depend on your emotions.

Once you began speculation about that, once you admited to yourself that you didn't really know how another person's mind operated, then you came up against the ultimate admission—anything was possible.

The sun disappeared into the woods and shadows started slinking out from between the trees. short story, Pumpkin

Forget the pat, let the dead burry the dead.

As she reached the landing, the thunder came. The whole house seemed to shake with it.

He managed to retain a cheerful smile at all times—though, in the dreams, he screamed.

Evil exists everywhere. Sometimes I think our limited senses are designed to protect us from awareness of its presence. We trust them to provide us with knowledge but it may be that they block out realization of horrors we cannot bear.

No trouble at all. Mother's gone back to bed, and she won't be doing any cooking—I was only going to set out some cold cuts and make some coffee. If that's all right with you." "Well——

It is the fate of the genius to dwell alone.

But who are you to say a person should be put away? I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

Tengo el corazón de un niño. Lo guardo en un jarro sobre mi estante

Horror is the 'removal' of masks.

Nobody would be quite as surprised as my wife, when I killed her.

The sun surrendered its splendor—why, it was like poetry; he was a poet; Norman smiled. He was many things. If they only knew—— But

Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him. It sounded as though somebody was tapping on the windowpane.

Twelve years had passed, and now he'd come full circle. The whole business had started here, and here it must end. That was simple justice.

You make yourself sick.

You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come.

He winced at the realization, then took a deep breath. This was no time to be self-conscious or self-critical. One had to be prctical. Very practical, very careful, very calm.

Norman sighed and shook his head. He couldn't afford the risk. Not while that thing still sprawled in the shower stall back at the motel. Leaving it there was even more risky.

That was the most important thing. He had to stop talking to himself. He had to get back that calm feeling agan. He had to face reality. And what was reality?

The car was in the swamp. And the hamper was in the trunk. And the body was in the hamper. The twisted torso and the bloody head. But he couldn't think about that. He mustn't. There were other things to do.