“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” — 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
