“Where'd you go?""The bowels of hell," his voice echoed back. "I thought we could go apartment hunting for you...since you'll be moving here, and all.”
“No. Thank you she said in a voice that said he could go to hell and take his jacket with him.”
“You have to be with other people, he thought. In order to live at all. I mean before they came here I could stand it... But now it has changed. You can't go back, he thought. You can't go from people to nonpeople." - J.R. Isidore”
“You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go.""Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.”
“Since you have chosen to elect a man with a timber toe to succeed me, you may all go to hell and I will go to Texas.”
“If I were someone else, I’d go along with you all. But since I’m what I am, lay off! Go to hell without me, Or let me go there by myself! Why do we have to go together?”