Little Girl: I hate Mommy. I want to burn her in her bed with matches. I want to burn her up, all up gone.
Ig Perrish: She went to church every fucking Sunday, she wore a cross around her neck, and did it make ANY difference? No. God turned a blind eye and let her die out here alone and afraid.
E.R. Doctor: You fucking patients! All you care about is yourselves.
Ig Perrish: See, vanity doesn't pay, and it's gonna be a long time before you can even try and look pretty again.
Ig Perrish: In the end, I embraced the horns. Like an angel who fell to earth, I became a devil one last time, but revenge is all consuming, and my time has come to return to you so we can be together again. I mean, if this isn't paradise, I don't know what is.
Ig Perrish: People say you should always do the right thing, but sometimes there is no right thing, and then... well then you just have to pick the sin you can live with.
Father Mould: I could string you up, unless you'd like to do the decent thing and hang yourself. Whadda ya say?
Ig Perrish: Punishing Terry was the hardest thing I've ever done, but forcing him to face his demon was the only way I could help him.
Father Mould: You... you killed that innocent girl, Merrin. There's nothing I can do.
Ig Perrish: I should ask the devil to punish whoever the fuck killed her.