For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love.

As far as God goes, I _am_ a nonbeliever. Still am. But when it comes to a devil---well, that's something else.

I have never read horror, nor do I consider The Exorcist to be such, but rather as a suspenseful supernatural detective story, or paranormal police procedural.

Procrastination is what we often call 'resistance.

Would you like to hear a nice definition of jealousy? It's the feeling that you get when someone you absolutely detest is having a wonderful time without you.

God never talks. But the devil keeps advertising, Father. The devil does a lot of commercials.

Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men's eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed; in the shriek of what followed, in fact, was forgotten and perhaps not connected to the horror at all.