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 ….

Goody Proctor is a gossiping liar!.

A wild thing may say wild things..

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….

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

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

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