What Looked Like Morning Was

The Terror Drifted Over Georgetown Like The Sun Over A Blind Mans Eyes

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.

Yet I Think The Demon's Target Is Not The Possessed; It Is Us . . . The Observers . . . Every Person In This House. And I Think---i Think The Point Is To Make Us Despair; To Reject Our Own Humanity, Damien: To See Ourselves As Ultimately Bestial; As Ultimately Vile And Putrescent; Without Dignity; Ugly; Unworthy.

God Never Talks. But The Devil Keeps Advertising, Father. The Devil Does A Lot Of Commercials.

For I Think Belief In God Is Not A Matter Of Reason At All; I Think It Finally Is A Matter Of Love.