“In this country, don’t forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There’s no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country it’s the worst kind of hell for those who love you.”

“There’s no crying in baseball and no love in Hell. It’s just the rules. You could say it’s against our religion, more or less.”

“There is no hell or heaven for those who are in love, love is pure form of human beings, love is the wind which touches your heart when you are in pain.”

“Why? It’s because I love you, damn me to hell. Because I’ve always loved you. Because I loved you when you were with John, and I loved you when I was in India, and God only knows I don’t deserve you, but I love you, anyway.”

“Well, let me tell you, gentlemen, the games of the devil are not restricted to those confined to hell. Others can play them.”

“The warmth of hell would be a blessing after this. Do you suppose there is a cold hell for those who died in wintertime?- Fernandez de Anguilar”