It's a bitter woman, a lying, cold, sniveling woman, and I will not work for such a woman.
I just come from the farm; the whole country's talking witchcraft. They be callin' us witches...
They will howl me out of Salem for such corruption in my house
You'll be clapped in the stocks before you're twenty.
The Devil is precise; the marks of his presence are definite as stone.
There are wheels within wheels in this village, and fires within fires
We danced. And Tituba conjured Ruth Putnam's dead sisters. And that is all. [if you mention the blood or other spells,] I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you.
I am not used to all this poverty. I left a thrifty business in Barbados to serve the Lord
No, no, sir, I don't talk with no devil!
You drank bloody, Abby! You didn't tell them that!
There is prodigious danger in the seeking of loose spirits. I fear it. Let us rather blame ourselves
I have trouble enough without I come five mile to hear him preach only hellfire and bloody damnation. There are many others who stay away from church these days because he hardly ever mentions God any more.
A child's spirit is like a child, you can never catch it by running after it. You must stand still and, for love, it will soon itself come back.
What signifies the readin' of strange books?
I will cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.
I sent my child - she should learn from Tituba who murdered her sisters
If she is truly in the Devil's grip we may have to rip and tear to get her free.
What victory would the Devil have to win a soul already dab? It is the best the Devil wants...
Will you look at my daughter, sir? She has tried to leap out the window; we discovered her this morning on the highroad, waving her arm as though she'd fly.
I cannot blink what I saw, Abigail-for my enemies will not blink it. And I thought I saw a....someone naked running through the trees!
I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus! I danced for the Devil; I saw him; I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus
You beg me to conjure, Abby! She beg me make charm-
I always hear her laughing in my sleep. I hear her singing her Barbados songs and tempting me with-
Open yourself, Tituba-open yourself and let God's holy light shine on you.
He say Mister Parris must be kill! Mister Parris no goodly man, Mister Parris mean man and no gentle man, and he bid me rise out of my bed and cut your throat! I tell him, no! I don't hate that man!