“The light shone down on his plump face, reflected from his rimless glasses, bathed the pinkness of his scalp beneath the thinning sandy hair as he bent his head to resume reading.” — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
So much for modern science and its wonderful discoveries that just about everything can kill you. Life is only a bedtime story before a… — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
“She was the only one left, and she was real. To be the only one, and to know that you are real - that's… — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
“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… — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
Sure God created man before woman, but then again you always make a rough draft before creating the final masterpiece. — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
“Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him. It sounded as though somebody was tapping on the windowpane. He looked up,… — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
“Looking back, looking back and trying to figure what made you that way, several things stand out in your mind. There may have been… — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
“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… — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
“She raised her face defiantly, and the sharp shadow line slashed across her neck. For a moment, it looked as though somebody had just… — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
“Forget the past, let the dead bury the dead. Things were working out fine, and that was the only thing he had to remember.” — Robert Bloch Copy Share Image
