John Proctor

Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them you have hanged! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer.

It is not on a boat we'll meet again Abigail, but in hell.

I say- I say- God is dead!

Thou shalt not steal, thou shalt not covet thy neighbors goods, nor covet thy neighbors wives, thou shalt have no other Gods before me, thou shalt not use the Lord's name in vain, thou shalt keep holy the sabbath day, thou shalt honor thy mother and father, thou shalt not bare to false witness... thou shalt not covet thy neighbors wives.

Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretenses ripped away. God's icy wind will blow.

We will not meet again, Abigail, in this World or the next.

I lusted! I lusted again and again! But the fault is not mine. It was the she-devil. The she-devil tempted me!