Quotes About Robert Bloch

Lila closed her mouth, but the scream continued. It was the insane scream of an hysterical woman, and it came from the throat of Norman Bates.

He pressed a switch and the bedside lamp blossomed and sent forth yellow petals of light.

Norman took another drink, just a sip. He could feel the wetness trickle down the side of his chin. He must be drunk. All right, he was drunk, what did it matter? As long as Mother didn't know. As long as the girl didn't know. It would all be a big secret. Impotent, was he? Well, that didn't mean he couldn't see her again.

So I had this problem -- work or starve. So I thought I'd combine the two and decided to become a writer.