Quotes from William Peter Blatty

Se preguntaba por qué el amor había esperado tanto, por qué había aguardado hasta el momento en que los límites del contacto y la renuncia humana se habían reducido al tamaño de aquel recordatorio que llevaba en la billetera: In Memoriam...

he talks to me, Regan, I think he will leave you. Do you want him to leave you?" "Yes." "Let him speak,

am speaking to the person inside of Regan now," the psychiatrist said firmly. "If you are there, you too are hypnotized and must answer all my questions." For a moment, he paused to allow the suggestion

He thought of death in its infinite groanings, of Aztecs ripping out living hearts and of cancer and three-year-olds buried alive and he wondered whether God was alien and cruel, but then remembered Beethoven and the dappling of things and "Hurrah for Karamazov" and kindness.

And as [Jesus] stepped ashore, there met him a man from the city who was possessed by demons … Many times it had laid hold of him and he was bound with chains … but he would break the bonds asunder … And Jesus asked him, "What is your name?" And he answered, "Legion." —LUKE 8:27–30

Gust-driven rain spattered back and forth in hesitant indecisive sweeps like a wispy grey soul just arrived on the empty streets of some afterworld, lost and forlorn

rats?" "I just said that." "But the attic is clean." "Well, okay, we've got tidy rats!" "No rats." "Karl, I heard them last night." "Maybe plumbing," Karl probed; "maybe boards." "Maybe rats! Will you buy the damn traps and quit arguing?" Bustling away, Karl, said, "Yes! I go now!" "No not now, Karl! The

In forgetting, they were trying to remember.

The heave of his muscular chest and shoulders stretched his T-shirt, distorting the stenciled word PHILOSOPHERS inscribed across the front in once-black letters now faded by repeated washings.

Lord, I have loved the beauty of thy house.…" Here was all that could matter, for nothing else did.

But your daughter doesn't say she's a demon; she insists she's the devil himself...

No, I tend to see possession most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites and misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Between husbands and wives. Enough of these and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves … for ourselves.

uma nuvem preta solitária à procura de chuva.

O senhor gostaria de ir ao cinema comigo? É de graça.

It's simply cunting,

Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed;

Não, costumo vez a possessão nas coisas, Damien. Nas picuinhas e nos desentendimentos; na palavra cruel e cortante que salta livre à língua entre amigos. Entre namorados. Entre marido e mulher. Temos muito disso e não precisamos de Satanás para criar nossas guerras. Conseguimos criá-las sozinhos... Sozinhos.

and the hand that was obscuring her face was trembling. Lowering her arm, she turned and looked up at Karras, revealing a haggard-eyed, tearstained face. "So what's doin'?" she said. "What's new?" Karras studied her before answering, "Well, the latest is I've looked at the records from Barringer Clinic and—" "Yes?" Chris interjected tensely. "Well, I believe…" "You believe

Cuántos maridos y mujeres —exclamó con tristeza— creerán que ya no se aman porque sus corazones no se conmueven al verse! ¡Ah, Dios querido!

Santíssima flatulência! Morreu, é? Morreu? Karras, cure-o! - vociferou o demônio.

Chris made a telephone call to her doctor in Los Angeles to ask him for a referral to a local psychiatrist for Regan.

Well, what's wrong?" "I don't know, Doc, I just can't describe it! Please come over right away! Come now!

Regan killing Dennings? What madness! He envisioned her shoving

Y, sin embargo, incluso de esto, del mal, vendrá el bien. De algún modo. De algún modo que nunca podremos entender, ni siquiera ver.