CAN I PET THAT DAWG

let me be clear: i’m not scared of clowns.

i just want you to understand, i wasn’t seeing things out of fear. 

be still, for there is strange music.

god knows i hated him enough back then, but… i could never have called anything like that upon him. 

what happened was really weird, and i’m pretty sure it was illegal, but it can’t have been actually supernatural. 

you couldn’t just screw with people’s lives like this. 

i shouldn’t have gone in. of course, i shouldn’t have gone in. i’m not that stupid. i’ve never been that stupid. 

at one point i honestly thought i might have died and gone to hell.

are you sure you’re all right to do this now? you can take a few days off to recover if you need.

now, you know me [name], i’m, i’m not exactly the bravest person in the world. 

once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.

are you secretly a monster?

come on, it’s not his fault he’s being stalked by some weird living hive.

it would have to have been [name], wouldn’t it? i mean, anything goes wrong around here, it always seems to happen to him.

how would a melody describe itself when asked?

i should really quit, you know. we, we all should. i don’t think this is a normal job, i, i don’t think this is a safe job.

if she says that this is what happened, then i believe her.

it’s strange to live alone.

i’ve never had a pet before, and i’m too old to learn now.

i’m not saying it’s a ghost or anything like that, it’s just… that well, if it was a ghost, you’d be the ones to talk to, right?

its my house, and i don’t care how much it scares me, nothing is going to make me give it up.

i knew you guys were a bit… slapdash, but this is absurd.

we are not ‘paranormal investigators’. we are researchers. scholars.

chances are very strong that i won’t believe you either.

started to wonder if you'd ever turn up again.

do you believe in the devil, [name]?

not very catholic of you.

i believe he walks among us... taking many forms.

what if you could have stopped him, from ever hurting anyone again?

you see the news? everything's changed.

somebody knows something. it's just a matter of asking the right people the right questions in the right tone of voice.

i could say i'm captain america but it doesn't put wings on my head.

nobody can totally erase their past.

maybe he knows there's some roads you can't come back from.

misspeak my words again... and i will have your tongue.

the time for pleasantries... is at an end.

do what you must, but do it quickly.

emotion can turn the most circumspect of men careless.

such a good boy.

after everything that's happened, you don't get who we're dealing with?

you don't need sight to appreciate art, but you do need honesty.

there's something very intimate in experiencing art through someone else's eyes.

art isn't furniture. if you knew exactly what you were looking for, you'd be just decorating. art should speak to you... move you.

tell me, do you have a man in your life?

i was worried you might've gone out and done something foolish, after our talk this morning.

few things are absolute, [name]. even lucifer was once an angel.

judgement and vengeance... are best left to god. especially when murder is not in your heart.

i know my soul is damned if i take his life.

there is a wide gulf between inaction and murder. another man's evil does not make you good.

men have used the atrocities of their enemies to justify their own throughout history.

the question you have to ask yourself is, are you struggling with the fact that you don't want to kill this man... but have to? or that you don't have to kill him... but want to?

when the righteous succumb to sin, it is as harmful as if the public well were poisoned.

the darkness of such an act... of taking a life... will spread to friends, neighbors... the entire community.

i hate when you don't answer my calls, buddy. i always think you fell down an open manhole or something.

you're not gonna kiss me.

you are a worthy opponent. it is an honor to claim your life.

if there is a god... and if he cares at all about any of us... they will get what they deserve.

you're a warrior deserving of a warrior's death.

i showed you respect. you would be wise to return the courtesy.

what are we supposed to do against somebody that owns everything? everyone? what can we do to somebody like that?

in a perfect world, you would've taken each other out... but it isn't a perfect world.

if we're gonna be nancy drew-ing together, i think a certain level of honesty is required.

on occasion some dickery may leak out, but that doesn't mean i'm wrong.

remind me to keep you off the witness stand.

you can't be doing this. you're going to get yourselves hurt.

i'm not just going to stick my head in the sand, and let it happen to somebody else because i am scared. which i am... a lot.

i know you're just trying to do the right thing here, but we have to be smart about this.

first rule, no more skulking around, asking to get hurt.

that's not nearly as heroic as you might think.

i don't want anyone to be a hero, [name]. i want you to be safe.

threats are clear in any language.

i just-- i don't like the way he speaks to you, that's all.

respect. you gotta give it if you want it.

if you're worried about me, i know how to keep my mouth shut.

you're gonna be dead soon. and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

it is the clever man who plays a fool... and a foolish woman... who does not recognize it.

you made a promise... to always be honest with me.

i didn't do it for her. i did it for me.

that's why i still wear these. to remind myself that i'm not cruel for the sake of cruelty! that i'm not my father! that i'm not a monster! ... am i?

you've been in an awful lot of wrong places at the wrong time lately.

sounds like maybe there's more than one side to you.

still believes you're a hero, despite what everyone's been saying.

i'm not a killer. i keep telling people that.

so all you got is what you've beaten out of people?

'you get what you deserve.' it's an old saying. one that survived the years because it's true. for the most part.

People don’t give the actuality of language the weight it deserves, I feel. 

Words are a way of taking your thoughts, the very make-up of yourself, and giving them to another. Putting your thoughts in the mind of someone else.

Humans are fragile creatures and rarely last a century.

In a word, I would sum the place up as ‘unthreatening’.

Fine, fine, I’ll be more lovely. Now, can I get back to work?

I wasn’t sure I had it in me to destroy a book, even one with such a strangeness to it.

It wasn’t my responsibility, and I had no idea what I was dealing with, so I didn’t.

Well, this makes me… deeply unhappy.

It was a long way from ideal, but it was something I could understand and live with.

I hope you’re real, but maybe it’s that hope that’s being used against me in a cruel joke.

It’s generally up to the individual how much they believe in these things, and I believe that very much of what you research is real. Dangerous, but real.

It won’t let me pray either, but I hope I will not be judged too harshly for it on the final day.

There seemed a safety in stillness, as though inaction could do no harm.

There isn’t a day goes by I don’t curse myself for ever rising from that bed.

Your sins are deeper than that.

It didn’t feel like at the time I could have made any other choice.

What I saw doesn’t make any sense, and it makes my head hurt awfully when I try to remember it well enough to describe.

Am I mad? What happened is mad. It can’t have happened. But it did.

There was no way for me to know that anything was wrong. I mean, nothing was wrong. I’m sure of it. Not until that last time.

Well, I need to tell someone what happened, and you can vouch for the soundness of my mind, can’t you?

I mean… look, I know you hate the word, but it was really… spooky.

I think I might have… lost my mind a bit, then. It all… feels very… strange, blurry.

By day, it is the most beautiful serenity, this calm stillness. But by night, oh my friend, by night it becomes something altogether else.

No, sir, you have nothing to fear from the dead.

Good lord man, if you’re going to be staying in here, at least have the decency to put some trousers on!