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.

But a myth, to speak plainly, to me is like a menu in a fancy French restaurant: glamorous, complicated camouflage for a fact you wouldn't otherwise swallow, like maybe lima beans.

The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us; but he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. His attack is psychological, Damien. And powerful.

What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night

I didn't read The Haunting of Hill House until sometime early in the 1990's.

I get cassettes near Academy Award time of every movie that's made that thinks it has some kind of chance for a nomination - that's when I watch my movies

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

And the sad truth is that nobody wants me to write comedy. The Exorcist not only ended that career, it expunged all memory of its existence.

Procrastination is what we often call 'resistance.

I have no interest in making a work that doesn't elicit a feeling.

It's always enjoyable to listen to a friend's work, but if it doesn't resonate with you, then you can just appreciate it and it inspires you in its own way.

Odds are just the people opinion. Respect your own opinion.

I've supported myself by writing since 1992, and I'm probably very nearly unemployable by now because employers are likely to be put off by the long gap.

Two halves don't make a whole. Two wholes make a whole.

It is either a half-truth or a truth and a half.

It's a good time for me to pursue acting, I suppose since I'm enjoying having another medium in which to express myself. I've been getting a great response to my work.

I didn't even know how to shave at 15.

I would always say to kids, don't be afraid to dream, because it can happen.

The horse's neck is between the two reins of the bridle, which both meet in the rider's hand.