Evan Camby

“From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless, staring at the house. The cab pulled away and rounded the corner of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman quickly pulled out to follow. As he turned the corner, he noticed that the tall old man hadn't moved but was standing under the streetlight glow, in mist, like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist

“the love had grown cold, and in the night he heard it whistling through the chambers of his heart like a lost and gently crying wind.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist

“The sun sinks to rise again; the day is swallowed up in the gloom of night, to be born out of it, as fresh as if it had never been quenched.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist

“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.”
― William Peter Blatty, The Exorcist