There's not a day in my life that I don't feel like a fraud. Other priests, doctors, lawyers - I talk to them all. I don't know anyone who hasn't felt that.
Take me. Come into me. God-damn you. Take me. Take me.
" You're sorry, Jesus Christ 88 Doctors and all you can tell me with all of your bullshit is??!!!"
My bed was shaking. I can't get to sleep.
You're gonna die up there.
Oh please, Mother, make it stop! It's hurting.
Keep away! The sow is mine!
Do you know what she did? Your cunting daughter?
You killed your mother. You left her alone to die.
Especially important is the warning to avoid conversations with the demon. We may ask what is relevant but anything beyond that is dangerous. He is a liar. The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us. But he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. The attack is psychological, Damien, and powerful. So don't listen to him. Remember that - do not listen.
It's the power of Christ. The power of Christ compels you.
If certain British doctors never asked "What is this fungus?" we wouldn't today have penicillin, correct?
My idea of Heaven is a solid white nightclub with me as a headliner for all eternity, and they LOVE me.