Would you like to hear a nice definition of jealousy? It's the feeling that you get when someone you absolutely detest is having a wonderful time without you.

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.

A book is a treasure of life.

I learned to dream through reading, learned to create dreams through writing, and learned to develop dreamers through teaching. I shall always be a dreamer. Come dream with me.

You basically have to be willing to devote your life to journalism if you want to break in. Treat it like it's medical school or law school.

Gentleness and kindness will make our homes a paradise upon earth.

The middle age of buggers is not to be contemplated without horror.

Audacity, audacity, always audacity.

I've always been an underdog. I feel like I beat the odds.

I assume I have the lowest blood pressure of any candidate.

Your virtue raises your glory above your crime.

David Duchovny asked me while I was picking out shoes in the closet. It wasn't a special occasion. He just asked, 'Will you marry me?'