William Peter Blatty

William Peter
Blatty
1928

American Writer and Filmmaker, best known for The Exorcist

Author Quotes

Keep away. The sow is mine.

On the entrance exam for new policemen, they ask, "What are rabies and what would you do for them?" Ryan said, "Rabies are Jewish priests and I would do anything I possible could for them."

Stepping lithe and incredulous from the study; of Karras, emerging bewildered from the kitchen while the nightmarish poundings and croakings continued. Merrin went calmly up the staircase, a slender hand like alabaster sliding upward on the banister. Karras came up beside Chris, and together they watched from below as Merrin entered Regan?s bedroom and closed the door behind him. For a time there was silence. Then abruptly the demon laughed hideously and Merrin swiftly exited the room, closed the door, then moved quickly down the hall while behind him the bedroom door opened again and Sharon poked her head out, staring after him with an odd expression on her face. Merrin descended the staircase rapidly and put out his hand to the waiting Karras.

The terror drifted over Georgetown like the sun over a blind man?s eyes

What we give to the poor is what we take with us when we die.

Liar! Lying bastard! Tell us, where is your humility, Merrin? Where did you leave her in the desert? In the ruins? In the tombs where you try to escape from your neighbor? Escape the past, those who do not have a sharp mind like yours? Can you speak to men, the dregs of a priest? ... '

One death is the parent of a thousand lives

That the love which He asked was in my will and not meant to be felt as emotion. No. Not at all. He was asking that I act with love; that I do unto others; and that I should do it unto those who repelled me, I believe, was a greater act of love than any other.

There it lies, I think, Damien ? possession; not in wars, as some tend to believe; not so much; and very rarely in extraordinary interventions such as here ? this girl ? this poor child. No, I tend to see possession most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites and misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Between husbands and wives. Enough of these and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves ? for ourselves.

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

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.

One more thing about evolution. They keep saying that it?s chance, all chance, and that it?s simple. Billions of fish kept

That?s right. He was smacking his lips a little, that?s all. He was smacking his lips a little? Well, yes. Kinderman.

There, you see? I didn?t curse. Don?t you agree that I handled the situation demurely?

Whenever she grinned, her entire face appeared to crinkle.

Looked up at the crucifix over the altar, and slowly his expression grew hard and demanding. What?s your part in this monkey business? Will you answer? Do you want to call a lawyer? Shall I read you your rights? Take it easy. I?m your friend. I can get you protection. Just answer me a few little questions, all right?

Out, Himmler! Out of my sight! Go and visit your club-footed daughter! Bring her sauerkraut! Sauerkraut and heroin, Thorndike! She will love it! She will?!

The blaze of the sun squeezed drops of sweat from the forehead of the old, yet he squeezed glass of hot tea and sweet in his hands, as if to warm them. He could not shake off the feeling. For he had stuck on his back as cold wet leaves.

They Said, what sign can you give us to see, so that we may believe you? - John 6: 30 ? 31 You do not believe although you have seen... - John 6: 36 - 37

Where was I? Oh, yes. The Master. He was kind, you see. He brought me to our mutual acquaintance Father Karras. Not to well at the time. I'm afraid he was, passing on in the dying mode, as we say. So, as Karras was about to slip out of his body-- is this true? The Master was slipping me in. Oh, now there was some confusion when the medic said that Karras was dead-- I mean, he was dead, technically speaking. I mean, his time was up. He wanted out. But I was in! A little traumatized, true. I mean, after all, his brain were jelly. Lack of oxygen, and all that sort of thing. You understand? It took a maximum effort that at last got me out of that cheap little coffin. Vow of poverty, disgusting. Never mind. Toward the end, a slapstick comic relief. When that old Brother Faine, who was tending the bodies, saw me climbing from the coffin. [laughs] It's the smiles that keep us going. Don't you think? The little giggles and bits of good cheer.

Lord, I have loved the beauty of thy house.? Here was all that could matter, for nothing else did.

Passed through the entry hall, Karras heard footsteps coming up rapidly behind him. Father Karras! Karras turned and saw Karl with his sweater. Very sorry, said the houseman as he handed it over. I was thinking to finish much before. But I forget. He handed

The burnished rays of the setting sun flamed glory on the clouds of the western sky before shattering in gold and vermilion dapples on the darkening waters of the river. Once Karras met God in this sight. Long ago. Like a lover forsaken, he still kept the rendezvous.

This century hasn't got the lock on insanity.

Why would an eye want to form?

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First Name
William Peter
Last Name
Blatty
Birth Date
1928
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American Writer and Filmmaker, best known for The Exorcist