“You heard me. Go away.But... where should I go?To hell or home, as you prefer.”
“I said home." He laughed again. "You didn't say whose." Furious and too tired to deal with any more faerie crap, I opened my mouth to tell him exactly where to take me and where he could go after that. I wasn't sure a faerie could obey a command to go to hell, but I was going to find out.”
“Home's where you go when you run out of homes.”
“Cat: Where are you going?Alice: Which way should I go?Cat: That depends on where you are going.Alice: I don’t know.Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.”
“I'm bad and I'm going to hell, and I don't care. I'd rather be in hell than anywhere where you are. ”
“I wanted to go home and if Hell rose up to stop me, it would make me desire it more.”