Your Thoughts Are Too Dull To Entertain.

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.

I Tried To Make Every Bit Of It As Creepy As I Could. And I Had The Same Response You Do. I Feel The Same Way. The Hospital Scenes, That Procedure Was So Real.

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 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

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.