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 wasnโt a mask, it couldnโt be. The skin had been powdered dead-white and two hectic spots of rouge centered on the cheekbones. It wasnโt 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 butcherโs knife. It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream. And her head.
Robert BlochFriendship is like peeing on yourself: everyone can see it, but only you get the warm feeling that it brings.
Robert BlochMothers sometimes are overly possessive, but not all children allow themselves to be possessed.
Robert BlochDespite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
Robert BlochSo I had this problem -- work or starve. So I thought I'd combine the two and decided to become a writer.
Robert BlochHenderson sighed. There was a time, he reflected, when the coming of this night meant something. A dark Europe, groaning in superstitious fear, dedicated this Eve to the grinning Unknown. A million doors had once been barred against the evil visitants, a million prayers mumbled, a million candles lit. There was something majestic about the idea, Henderson reflected.
Robert Bloch