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

When the filter is weakened by a powerful drug, what we see is not delusion but the truth.

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

You don't blame us for being here, do you? After all, we have no place to go. No home... Incidentally, what an excellent day for an exorcism.

We mourn the blossoms of May because they are to whither; but we know that May is one day to have its revenge upon November, by the revolution of that solemn circle which never stops - which teaches us in our height of hope, ever to be sober, and in our depth of desolation, never to despair.

The terror drifted over georgetown like the sun over a blind mans eyes

Horror does not interest me, and so I know little of its practicioners, old or current