And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.
The devil is dead. Long live the devil
— I'm Damien Karras.
— And I am the devil. Now kindly undo these straps.
— If you're the devil, why not make the straps disappear?
An empty stomach is the Devil's playground.
It is easier to see
Evil as entity
Not as condition inside you and me.
Et qu’il ne reste que le diable
Comme seul invite a ta table
The devil is not so black as he is painted.
Do you believe in the devil? Humans see all kinds of beans my friend, but we make up imaginary ones, with pointy horns and pitchforks. In our dreams, we fly like gods, and why is that, huh? Because humans used to fly not too long ago.
— You're the one soul he'd come up here himself to collect.
— So I've heard.