Robert Bloch Quotes

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.

Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly...

You make yourself sick.

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

Mother would be in real trouble right now.

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

"The sun disappeared into the woods and shadows started slinking out from between the trees."

short story, Pumpkin

Magic — that's just a label, you know. Completely meaningless. It wasn't so very long ago that people were saying that electricity was magic.

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

Everything in this business makes sense, because it serves a real purpose, fills a need that's a part of living. Even a single nail, like this one, fulfills a function. Drive it into a crucial place and you can depend on it to do a job, keep on doing it for a hundred years to come. Long after we're dead and gone, both of us.

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.

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.

Behold the Great God Pan! Yes, and behold the Serpent, the Tempter, the Fallen Angel! Behold Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Azriel, Asmodeus, Sammael, Zamiel, Prince of Darkness and Father of Lies! Gaze on the Black Goat of the Sabbath, gaze on fabled Ahriman, on Set, Typhon, Malik Tawis, Abaddon, Yama, Primal Nodens, the archetype of evil, known to all men by all names!

I haven't had this much fun since the rats ate my baby sister

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.