Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.

Evil exists everywhere. Sometimes I think our limited senses are designed to protect us from awareness of its presence. We trust them to provide us with knowledge but it may be that they block out realization of horrors we cannot bear.

I think perhaps all of us go a little crazy at times.

Horror is the removal of masks.

Norman Bates will never die...

The room was plainly but adequately furnished; she noted the shower stall in the bathroom beyond. Actually, she would have preferred a tub, but this would do.

I tell you, he had stolen the body of Edgar Allan Poe—and as he shrieked aloud in his final madness, did not this indeed make him the greatest collector of Poe?

We all go a little mad sometimes.