William Peter Blatty

William Peter

American Writer and Filmmaker, best known for The Exorcist

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It was a green stone head of the demon Pazuzu, personification of the southwest wind.

Never was he conscious that his thoughts were prayers; only that the prayers were never answered.

Sharon shook her head. He?s never come here, she said. And besides, he was in Boston that night at some convention. He?s a salesman? asked Kinderman. A lawyer.

The Kurd stood waiting like an ancient debt.

Well, the Devil?s something else. I could buy that; in fact, maybe I do. You know why? Because the creep keeps doing commercials.

You want to go to the movies with me? It's free.

It?s all ka-ka, saying mind is really brain. Sure, my hand is in my pocket. Is my pocket my hand? Every wino on M Street knows a thought is a thought and not some cells or chazerei going on in the brain. They know that jealousy is not some kind of game from Atari.

No, Bill. I'm not dreaming.

She watched as a beer truck lumbered by with a clink of quivering warm, wet promises.

The love had grown cold, and in the night he heard it whistling through the chambers of his heart like a lost and gently crying wind.

Well, the research into it affected me. And the novel, it very much strengthened my faith.

You?re a very strange man, said Amfortas.

I've been standing out there for centuries. Four new popes have been elected. That's a lot of white smoke.

No, I usually turn the possession of things, Damien. In nitpicking and disagreements; the cruel and cutting word that leaps to free language among friends. Between lovers. Between husband and wife. We have a lot of it and not need Satan to create our wars. We were able to create them alone ... Alone.

So 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.

The original story that I sold [Morgan Creek] (and that I shot) ended with Kinderman blowing away Patient X. There was no exorcism. But it was a Mexican stand-off between me and the studio. I was entitled to one preview, then they could go and do what they wanted with the picture. They gave me a preview but it was the lowest end preview audience I have ever seen in my life. They dragged in zombies from Haiti to watch this film. It was unbelievable. But I decided, better I should do it than anyone else. I foolishly thought: I can do a good exorcism, I?ll turn this pig?s ear into a silk purse. So I did it.

We're going to live forever, Bill. We're spirits.

Your mother's in here, Karras. Would you like to leave a message? I'll see that she gets it.

Jesus loves you, everyone else thinks you're an asshole.

Oh, I think so. Yeah. Oh, well, sure. A ?type-token? ratio, I suppose, would be as good a way as any to work that out, and with samples of a thousand words or more, you could just check the frequency of occurrence of the various parts of speech. And would you call that conclusive? Pretty much. You see, that sort of test would discount any change in the basic vocabulary. It?s not the words but the expression of the words; the style. We call it ?index of diversity.? Very baffling to the layman, which, of course, is what we want. The director smiled wryly. Then he nodded at the tape in Karras?s hands. And so this other person?s voice is on that one? Not exactly. Not exactly?

Something unspeakable left the room.

The sun sinks to rise again; the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched.

What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night

Your thoughts are too dull to entertain.

Keep away. The sow is mine.

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American Writer and Filmmaker, best known for The Exorcist