Quotes from Robert Bloch

That was still my meat—the true-detective yarn. I picked it up and started to read it over, wondering for the ten thousandth time why so many people are interested in crime and its solution.

Lowery would half kill himself to make an extra dollar, and he'd be perfectly willing to kill any of his employees for another fifty cents. But

But she didn't listen, she was in the bathroom, she was getting dressed, she was putting on make-up, she was getting ready. Getting ready.

Besides, that thing was waiting for him. Waiting for him—

A week ago, Norman would never have dared. But this wasn't a week ago, it was now, and things were different. It was now, and he had to face the truth.

She was afrad of him, now. Yes, she must be. Because not once, all through this, had she called him son.

Yes, Norman, I suppose you're right. That's where I'd probably be. But I wouldn't be there alone. Norman slammed the door, locked it, and turned away. He wasn't quite sure, but as he ran up the cellar steps he thought he could still hear her chuckling gently in the dark.

But meanwhile he had to do something about the way his heart pounded.

If she sat there without moving, they wouldn't punish her. If she sar there without moving, they'd know that she was sane, sane, sane.

Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him. It sounded as though somebody was tapping on the windowpane. He looked up, hastily, half prepared to rise, and the book slid from his hands to his ample lap. Then he realized that the sound was merely rain. Late afternoon rain, striking the parlor window.

I'VE never seen such a look of mortal agony on a human face before. She screamed quite a bit before she died, and the last shriek was forever frozen on her face.

She raised her face defiantly, and the sharp shadow line slashed across her neck. For a moment, it looked as though somebody had just cut off Lila's head...

I'll remedy the deficiency. I'll be Satan, I'll be Death. Look into my bony skull sockets and see if you can read the secrets of the eyes that are not there. Read my riddle—why does a death's head always grin?

Travel backwards in time? I don't see any future in it.

It's a death sentence," Nicko said. "She's accusing us of everything but stopping up the royal sink.

It's all right,' he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness. 'It's all right, believe me.

Funny, Sam told himself, how we take it for granted that we know all there is to know about another person, just because we see them frequently or because of some strong emotional tie.

once you admitted 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.

he gets turned down oftener than the lamp in the parlor of a sailor's girlfriend.

Comedy and horror are opposite sides of the same coin.

gadgets on the sides and a big silver whatchamacallit on the end. I sit in the center of this whoozis, like I say, and out there in the other room they are turning switches and pressing buttons and pulling levers and twirling dials and then they press a lot of do-funnys. The whole apparatus is sort of like one of those you-knows. Only with a lot more mechanisms. See?

I know why you didn't bother to switch on the sign. I know why you haven't even gone up to open the office tonight. You didn't really forget. It's just that you don't want anyone to come, you hope they don't come." "All

El mundo entero es un escenario y cada hombre, en el momento adecuado, representa muchos papeles.

Murder was a terrible thing. Even if you're not quite right in the head, you can realize that much. Mother must be suffering quite a bit. Perhaps