So I had this problem – work or starve. So I thought I’d combine the two and decided to become a writer.
Norman Bates heard the noise and a shock went through him.
We’re all not quite as sane as we pretend to be.
Mothers sometimes are overly possessive, but not all children allow themselves to be possessed.
People hear that I am a horror writer and they think that I must be a monster, but actually I have the heart of a small child – I keep it in a jar on my desk.
I haven’t had this much fun since the rats ate my baby sister.
That’s the way girls were – they always laughed. Because they were bitches.
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.
It’s all right”, he said, wondering at the same time why there were no better words, why there never are any better words to answer fear and grief and loneliness. “It’s all right, believe me.
Norman stirred, turned, and then fell into a darkness deeper and more engulfing than the swamp.
It was really a fascinating book – no wonder he hadn’t noticed how fast the time had passed.
She’d thrown something at the mirror, and then the mirror broke into a thousand pieces and she knew that wasn’t all; she was breaking into a thousand pieces, too.
He pressed a switch and the bedside lamp blossomed and sent forth yellow petals of light.
Mother would be in real trouble right now.
You hate people. Because, really, you’re afraid of them, aren’t you? Always have been, ever since you were a little tyke. Rather snuggle up in a chair under the lamp and read. You did it thirty years ago, and you’re still doing it now. Hiding away under the covers of a book.
Strange how everyone tried to disguise truth with nonsense. Like the slang for death: kicking the bucket, wiped out, snuffed, wasted, blown away. The light touch to dispel the heavy fear.
Talk about not knowing other people – why, when you came right down to it, you didn’t even know yourself!
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.
Why, she wouldn’t even harm a fly...
Sam, what do you think happened?