“He was in hell. Worse than that, he was in hell, and someone had set it on repeat.”

“He knows nothing about how this will all end, except that it will surely end. He tries to imagine himself into a future, somewhere past this point, but he cannot. There is nothing to do but to keep on existing, in this exact time and place. This is what hell must be like. Waiting without knowing. Not hell, but purgatory. Worse than hell.”

“Hell couldn't be worse than a WalMart after midnight, right?”

“You think You're frightening me with Your hell, don't You? You think Your hell is worse than mine.”

“And I behold London, a Human awful wonder of God' He (Will) stared out over the landscape. "Milton thought Hell was a city, you know. I think maybe he had it half-right. Perhaps London is just Hell's entrance, and we are th damned souls refusing to pass through, fearing that what we will find on the other side will be worse than the horror we already know.”

“yet for all your arroganceand your glance,I tell you this:such loss is no loss,such terror, such coils and strands and pitfallsof blacknesssuch terroris no loss;hell is no worse than your earthabove the earth,hell is no worse,no, nor your flowersnor your veins of lightnor your presence,a loss;my hell is no worse than yoursthough you pass among the flowers and speakwith the spirits above the earth. ”