Tituba: You can stop him.
Cotton: That's madness. What could I possibly do that an army cannot?
Tituba: Your love may conquer all.
Cotton: There is no one left in Salem that I love.
Tituba: Not yet. Your love still sleeps like we all once slept in our mother's womb.
Cotton: A child? My child.

Dark Lord: I could've killed you, or wiped your memory and left you a blank state. Then you wouldn't have remembered who I am: your son.
Mary: I remember you and I hate you!
Dark Lord: Hate is just a shadow of love; where there is one, the other is sure to follow. And there is nothing more powerful than the two combined.

Cotton: I want nothing! I want nothing from you.
Anne: But there is nowhere for you to go.
Cotton: Boston. I will tell them the awful truth about Salem and they will raise this town!
Anne: Tell them everything?! Then they will hang you for the murder of your father.
Cotton: So let them hang me! So long as they believe, I will tell them all.
Anne: Cotton...no!

Essex Elder: You are right. I couldn't have demanded it if you hadn't the strength, but you do. You are you again. The strongest of us all! And not a moment too soon. They are winning, the tree is dying, and with it will die you, and us, and all our world.
Mary: Well they picked the wrong witch, and the wrong woman. I shall prove to them that truly, hell hath no fury like THIS woman scorned.

Dark Lord: I have killed the elemental powers within you. I have killed the witch in you and left...nothing.
The Sentinel: Nothing but a woman. Weep woman, weep. For tears are all we have left you.

I know what you are...you're nothing! Nothing but common thieves. Liars. Traitors. Rapists. Murderers. But worse than that, you're cry-babies. Poor, proud, pitiful things. I've seen you, and the best and worst men can be, and I assure you, even the lowest of human has more heart, more soul, than you two. Take what you will; I want nothing of you or yours. Get your hands off me!

Mary

Mr. Putnam: Is it the end of the world?
Cotton: No doubt the end of someone's world.

The Sentinel: Is this the mighty Angel of Death? When did you EVER spare a life?
Dark Lord: This life is precious to me.
The Sentinel: Has that tiny meat suit corrupted you? The human body is a pitiful sack of blood, piss and water. I fear in your case, mostly piss.

Mary: I climbed over the black wall of sleep and crawled from my grave because I cannot deny the truth. You are my son and we belong together until the end.
Dark lord: How long I've waited for you to say those words. And I promise you, you shall be so happy.
Mary: Just being here, holding you, I already am.

Anne: You did it, my love. You did it! I didn't know what you were going to say. I thought I'd have to watch you die right there.
Cotton: There was a moment when I knew the devil had won, and I had fallen out of God's world and into his. And then I saw you. The face, the love, the light shining from it. And then I knew in that instant that even if I was in the dark and Godless universe, there was still love. There was still you.

Mary: What have you done to me now, queen of bitches?
Tituba: Only ripped your soul through the wall of silence, cursed you back to life, and trapped you forever in the home of all your tears. Run as far and as fast as you may, Mary Sibley. You can never escape Salem.

John: Where are you going?
Mary: Where only I can go.
John: No. I won't.
Mary: You can't help me, John. I made that boy's body, only I can unmake it.
John: You said you'd tell me all. That there would be time...
Mary: I lied. There's no time, no time at all. If I succeed, we will have all the time in the world. If I fail, then at least I felt your love in me once before the darkness fell.

Salem Quotes

Dark Lord: I could've killed you, or wiped your memory and left you a blank state. Then you wouldn't have remembered who I am: your son.
Mary: I remember you and I hate you!
Dark Lord: Hate is just a shadow of love; where there is one, the other is sure to follow. And there is nothing more powerful than the two combined.

All the world shall be yours in return; all the world.

Tituba