Robert Albert Bloch (April 5, 1917 – September 23, 1994) was a prolific American fiction writer, primarily of crime, horror, fantasy and science fiction, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He is best known as the writer of Psycho, the basis for the film of the same name by Alfred Hitchcock. He wrote that "Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk," (a quote borrowed by Stephen King and often misattributed to him). (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
A boy's best friend is his mother.
A foolish man tells a woman to stop talking, but a wise man tells her that her mouth is extremely beautiful when her lips are closed.
Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
Friendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
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.
Horror is the removal of masks.
How can we be sure that our smug conceptions of reality actually exist? To one man in a million dreadful knowledge is revealed, and the rest of us remain mercifully ignorant.
Hutchison's Law: Any occurrence requiring undivided attention will be accompanied by a compelling distraction.
I always carry a pistol when I go (to the New York Public Library). Never did trust those stone lions.
I haven't had this much fun since the rats ate my baby sister.
I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.
Life is only a bedtime story before a long, long sleep.
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.
Mothers sometimes are overly possessive, but not all children allow themselves to be possessed.
So I had this problem- work or starve. So I thought I'd combine the two and decided to become a writer.
So much for modern science and its wonderful discoveries that just about everything can kill you.
The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.
There's nothing to this telepathy business. It's all in the mind.
We all go a little mad sometimes.
We're all not quite as sane as we pretend to be.