Robert Bloch
16 quotes
Biography
"Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk."
"The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on."
"Funny 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."
"Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings."
"I haven't had this much fun since the rats ate my baby sister."
"Horror is the removal of masks."
"The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone he can blame it on."
"Mothers sometimes are overly possessive, but not all children allow themselves to be possessed."
"I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times."
"At first, when the shower curtains parted, the steam obscured the face. Then she did see it there—just a face, peering through the curtains, hanging in midair like a mask. A head-scarf concealed the hair and the glassy eyes stared inhumanly, but it wasn’t a mask, it couldn’t be. The skin had been powdered dead-white and two hectic spots of rouge centered on the cheekbones. It wasn’t a mask. It was the face of a crazy old woman. Mary started to scream, and then the curtains parted further and a hand appeared, holding a butcher’s knife. It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream. And her head."
"That’s the way girls were—they always laughed. Because they were bitches."
"Funny...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."
"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."
"We're all not quite as sane as we pretend to be."
"The bad man had really committed the murders and then he tried to blame it on her. Mother killed them. That's what he said, but it was a lie. How could she kill them when she was only watching, when she couldn't even move because she had to pretend to be a stuffed figure, a harmless stuffed figure that couldn't hurt or be hurt but merely exists forever? She knew that nobody would believe the bad man, and he was dead now, too. The bad man and the bad boy were both dead, or else they were just part of the dream. And the dream had gone away for good. She was the only one left, and she was real. To be the only one, and to know that you are real—that's sanity, isn't it? But just to be on the safe side, maybe it was best to keep pretending that one was a stuffed figure. Not to move. Never to move. Just to sit here in the tiny room, forever and ever. If she sat there without moving, they wouldn't punish her. If she sat there without moving, they'd know that she was sane, sane, sane. She sat there for quite a long time, and then a fly came buzzing through the bars. It lighted on her hand. If she wanted to, she could reach out and swat the fly. But she didn't swat it. She didn't swat it, and she hoped they were watching, because that proved what sort of a person she really was. Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly...."
"why do we personify time? Is it because we’re afraid to admit that our lives are measured by an abstract force that neither knows nor cares about our entry into existence? Or our departure into death? Time is our mysterious master giving it a face and hands we attempt to transform it into our servant."