Quotes from William Peter Blatty

The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us; but

Abruptly sagging, Chris stared at the floor. "Go ahead," she said softly. "Do whatever you have to. Just make her well." "May

the shaven head and the man in white pants and the black woolen

Good Christ almighty!

all-good, like the vain, capricious, cruel God of Job? With all of eternity at His disposal, what fiendish new tortures might He not devise? A limited

Well, specifically, Mrs. MacNeil, she advised me to keep my goddamn fingers away from her cunt.

This was like childhood, this grief.

looked up at the crucifix over the altar, and slowly his expression grew hard and demanding. What's your part in this monkey business? Will you answer? Do you want to call a lawyer? Shall I read you your rights? Take it easy. I'm your friend. I can get you protection. Just answer me a few little questions, all right?

Well, they couldn't, so apparently each of these cells has a consciousness, maybe, of its own. Are you with me?" Chris nodded. "Yeah, a little." "Good. Now imagine that the human body

He wondered why love had waited for this distance, waited for the moment when he need not touch, when the limits of contact and human surrender had dwindled to the size of a printed Mass card tucked in his wallet: In Memoriam...

the meantime, I don't know who you are, but you

active catatonics. Among

The blaze of sun wrung pops of sweat from the old man's brow, yet he cupped his hands around the glass of hot sweet tea as if to warm them. In forgetting, they were trying to remember.

Yes, whoa! The power of the mind controlled the blood flow. How? Who knows. But it happens. So in cases of stigmata—like the one with that prisoner I mentioned, or maybe even with Regan—the unconscious mind is controlling the differential of blood flow to the skin, sending more to

He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless under a misty streetlamp's glow, staring up at a window of the house like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.

Very true, but then a lot of the confessions were voluntary." "So who would volunteer such things?" "Doubtless people who were mentally disturbed." "Ah, another reliable source!" "Oh, well, you're probably right about that too, Lieutenant. I'm just playing devil's advocate." "You do it so well." "Look, one thing that

With an ache, Karras stared at the bowed and defenseless head. He yearned to be able to take Chris's hand and assure her that all would be well. But he couldn't. He didn't believe it.

wrote a prescription for soluble Thorazine and disposable syringes, and gave it to Chris. "Have this filled right away." Chris handed it to Sharon. "Shar, take care of that for me, would you? Just call and they'll send it. I'd like to go with the doctor while he makes those tests." Chris turned and looked up at the doctor wistfully. "Do you mind?" Klein noted the tightness

Regan relinchando; luego se animaba la escena, y la cama se agitaba, era sacudida violentamente de un lado a otro, mientras Chris observaba, impotente, que su hija ponía los ojos en blanco y emitía un penetrante aullido de terror, que emergía de la base de su columna retorcida. Regan se arqueó y cayó inconsciente. Algo atroz abandonó la habitación.

Which amoung the colourful and crowded palette of bizarre disorders of the mind had left the ghost of a brush stroke on his brain

much for tea time and pleasantries. Who are you? What is it that you want from us? To suffer like you did on the cross? Well, we're doing it.

And inwardly raged at this portion of his being that so frequently rendered him helpless in the face of someone's plea; that he could not control; that lay coiled within him like a length of rope, always ready to fling itself out to rescue at the call of someone else's need. It gave him no peace. Not even in sleep.

Earth is a homicide victim. We lose our children. There are wars. Disease. And God comes strolling by like a cosmic Billie Burke.

And the sad truth is that nobody wants me to write comedy. The Exorcist not only ended that career, it expunged all memory of its existence.