Norman Bates [in his head, as his mother]: They’re probably watching me. Well, let them. Let them see what kind of a person I am. I’m not even going to swat that fly. I hope they are watching… they’ll see. They’ll see and they’ll know, and they’ll say, “Why, she wouldn’t even harm a fly…”
You know how you, frown first thing in the morning, before you open your eyes, a little protest. The way your voice goes soft and shy when you’re nervous; you grab hold of my hand and you hold it real tight cause you hate being nervous. The way you can start a sentence without any idea how it’s going to end.The way you can just stop moving and that power in your stillness. And the way you’re looking at me right now.