A deal’s a deal, especially one with the Devil.
May you be in heaven a full half hour before the devil knows you’re dead.
You can’t play God without being acquainted with the devil.
The Devil gets burned by fire. Could this be any more ironic?
The Devil has been a yoke on the neck of humanity since we first began to think and dream.
Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t.
True evil is, above all things, seductive. When the Devil knocks at your door, he doesn’t have cloven hooves. He is beautiful, and offers you your heart’s desire in whispered airs. Like a siren, beckoning you to ruinous shore.
The devil’s at his strongest while we’re looking the other way, like a program running in the background silently, while we’re busy doing other s***.
I would sup with the Devil if he would show me how to achieve my earthly goals.
I am a Devil of my word.
We are all two things in a way, are we not? Deep in the marrow. Angel and Devil. Light and dark. The pull between the two is the active verb which energizes our lives.
Devil is as devil does.
