“Turns out, hell's not so much a burning, scalding pit of fire and misery. It's actually much, much worse than that. Hell is when the people you love the most reach right into your soul and rip it out of you. And they do it because they can.”

“Hell is when people you love the most reach right into your soul and rip it out of you. And they do it because they can.”

“How can you say you're not in love with Hell?""Because I'm not in love with Hell." See? Not hard to say at all. It's true isn't it? "Delusional much?”

“Because people with that much spirit frighten the hell out of me. They make me want to be a better person when I know it's not possible.”

“You ask me, I'd guess heaven and hell look pretty much the same," I replied. "Only in hell, everything is just a little out of reach.”

“Maybe that's what Hell is, in the end. All of your wrongful shit played out there in front of you while you're being pumped from behind by someone you've hurt. That you've screwed over in life. Or worse, worse still...some person who doesn't really love you anymore. No one to ever look at again, make contact with. Just you being fucked as your life splashes out across this big headboard in the Devil's bedroom. Maybe. Even if that's not it, even if Hell is all fire and sulfur and that sort of thing, it couldn't be much worse than that.”