“Goody Proctor is a gossiping liar!”

I want to open myself. … 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; I kiss His hand. I saw Sarah Good with the Devil. I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil. I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil!

I look for the John Proctor who took me from my sleep and put knowledge in my heart!

I know how you clutched my back behind your house and sweated like a stallion whenever I came near!

A wild thing may say wild things.

And mark this. Let either of you breathe a word, or the edge of a word, about the other things, and I will come to you in the black of some terrible night and I will bring a pointy reckoning that will shudder you. And you know that I can do it.

I am but God’s finger, John. If he would condemn Elizabeth, she will be condemned.

I’ve learned that it’s harder to try to put on this goody two-shoes persona when that’s not me.

I was rather a goody-goody as a child… It was only later on I discovered that you could be naughty and get away with it.