What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night

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

What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night

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

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.

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.

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