Top 120 William Peter Blatty Quotes (2025 Update)
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101. “Which amoung the colourful and crowded palette of bizarre disorders of the mind had left the ghost of a brush stroke on his brain.”

— William Peter Blatty

102. “He thought of death in its infinite groanings, of Aztecs ripping out living hearts and of cancer and three-year-olds buried alive and he wondered whether God was alien and cruel, but then remembered Beethoven and the dappling of things and “Hurrah for Karamazov” and kindness. He.”

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103. “Regan killing Dennings? What madness! He envisioned her shoving.”

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104. “Yes, whoa! The power of the mind controlled the blood flow. How? Who knows. But it happens. So in cases of stigmata – like the one with that prisoner I mentioned, or maybe even with Regan – the unconscious mind is controlling the differential of blood flow to the skin, sending more to.”

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105. “Gust-driven rain spattered back and forth in hesitant indecisive sweeps like a wispy grey soul just arrived on the empty streets of some afterworld, lost and forlorn.”

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106. “The heave of his muscular chest and shoulders stretched his T-shirt, distorting the stenciled word PHILOSOPHERS inscribed across the front in once-black letters now faded by repeated washings.”

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107. “Well, it’s sometimes the symptom of a type of disturbance in the chemicoelectrical activity of.”

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108. “This was like childhood, this grief.”

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109. “Fantasy playmate.”

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110. “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.”

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111. “Oh, I know you don’t believe in the spirit world, Chris. But I do. And if I’m right, perhaps the bridge between the two worlds is what you yourself just mentioned, the subconscious mind. All I know is that things seem to happen. And, my dear, there are lunatic asylums all over the world filled with people who dabbled in the occult.”

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112. “Was the universe eternal?”

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113. “Booming and yet muffled, croaking, like an amplified premature burial, it called out “Merriiiiinnnnnn!” And then the massive and shiveringly hollow jolt of a single sledgehammer blow against the bedroom wall. “God.”

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114. “Bill, the point is that right in the middle of this horror there’s a creature called man who can see that it’s horrible. So where do we come up with these notions like ‘evil’ and ‘cruel’ and ‘unjust’? You can’t say a line looks a little bit crooked unless you’ve got a notion of a line that’s straight.”

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115. “Whenever she grinned, her entire face appeared to crinkle.”

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116. “Chris explained. Beginning on the day after Regan’s birthday – and following Howard’s failure to call – she had noticed a sudden and dramatic change in her daughter’s behavior and disposition. Insomnia. Quarrelsome. Fits of temper. Kicked things. Threw things. Screamed. Wouldn’t eat. In addition, her energy seemed abnormal. She was constantly moving, touching, turning.”

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117. “Roses. Elvira. He had warned her grimly that failure to check herself into a clinic within two weeks would result in his dogging her trail with warrants until he had evidence to effect her arrest. Yet.”

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118. “Methylphenidate.”

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119. “To keep up with the times these days, it seems you have to be a little bit demented. – “William F. Kinderman”.”

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120. “The arms of pain crush time as they will.”

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121. “Chris made a telephone call to her doctor in Los Angeles to ask him for a referral to a local psychiatrist for Regan.”

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122. “He dared not love again and lose. That loss was too great, that pain too keen.”

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123. “Abruptly sagging, Chris stared at the floor. “Go ahead,” she said softly. “Do whatever you have to. Just make her well.” “May.”

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124. “The psychiatrist motioned Klein to come over to him. “Let’s get her tranquilized,” he whispered. “Maybe I can talk to her.”

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125. “Well, the test was negative,” he said, then described the procedure, explaining that in clonus the alternate flexing and releasing of the foot would have triggered a run of clonic contractions. But as he sat at his desk, Klein still seemed worried. “Has she ever had a fall?” he asked.”

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126. “Item: The typewritten sheet of paper containing the text of the blasphemous altar card discovered at Holy Trinity had been checked for latent fingerprints. Impressions had been found on both sides. Some had been made by Damien Karras. But still another set had been found that, from their size, were adjudged to be those of a person with very small hands, quite possibly a child. Item:.”

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127. “Karl met the eyes that were shifting hardness, that were haggard wells of pain and blame; glimpsed briefly the dissolute bending of the lips and the ravaged face of a youth and a beauty buried alive in a thousand motel rooms, in a thousand awakenings from restless sleep with a stifled cry at remembered grace.”

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128. “Yes, you’ll join our little family,” Regan continued. “You see, the trouble with signs in the sky is that, once having seen them, one has no excuse. Have you noticed how few miracles one hears about lately? Not our fault, dear Karras. We try!”

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129. “With an ache, Karras stared at the bowed and defenseless head. He yearned to be able to take Chris’s hand and assure her that all would be well. But he couldn’t. He didn’t believe it.”

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130. “He is a man who seems to ache at the slightest parting, always turning when he leaves you for a long glance back as if against the possibility he might never see you again.”

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131. “He could not bear to search for Christ again in stench and hollow eyes; for the Christ of pus and bleeding excrement, the Christ who could not be. In.”

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132. “Well, what’s wrong?” “I don’t know, Doc, I just can’t describe it! Please come over right away! Come now!”

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

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134. “Good Christ almighty!”

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