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“Karras felt an instant dismay as his certainty crumbled, felt tantalized and frustrated by the nagging doubt now planted in his brain. The demon chuckled. "Yes, I knew that would occur to you, Karras," it croaked at him. "That is why I'm fond of you. That is why I cherish all reasonable men.”

Quote by William Peter Blatty

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William Peter Blatty
William Peter Blatty

William Peter Blatty, born on January 7, 1928, and died on January 12, 2017, was an American writer known for his suspense and horror-themed works. His most famous novel, 'The Exorcist' published in 1971, was adapted into a highly successful film of the same name, winning him an Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay. Blatty's other works include 'The Dead Zone' and 'The Ninth配置文件'. more

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