“It’s sad…….when a mother has to speak the words that condemn her own son.  But I couldn’t allow them to believe that I would commit murder!  They’ll put him away now, as I should have, years ago.  He was always bad, and in the end he intended to tell them I killed those girls, and that man.  As if I could do anything except just sit and stare, like one of his stuffed birds.  They know I can’t even move a finger, and I won’t.  I’ll just sit here and be quiet, just in case they do…suspect me.  They’re probably watching me…..Well, let them.  Let them see what kind of a person I am.”

Norman looks down at a fly crawling on his hand

“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……”