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.
William Peter BlattyEvery man that ever lived craved perfect happiness, the detective poignantly reflected. But how can we have it when we know weโre going to die? Each joy was clouded by the knowledge it would end. And so nature had implanted in us a desire for something unattainable? No. It couldnโt be. It makes no sense. Every other striving implanted by nature had a corresponding object that wasnโt a phantom. Why this exception? the detective reasoned. It was nature making hunger when there wasnโt any food. We continue. We go on. Thus death proved life.
William Peter BlattyFrom the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless, staring at the house. The cab pulled away and rounded the corner of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman quickly pulled out to follow. As he turned the corner, he noticed that the tall old man hadn't moved but was standing under the streetlight glow, in mist, like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.
William Peter BlattyFor I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love.
William Peter Blatty