“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?”

“This isn't Hell, it's the Nightside. Thought sometime you can see Hell from here.”

“True love is being so in love that you run out of ways to say it. True love is having to google new and creative ways to say I love you because just saying it a thousand times a day isn't enough.”

“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.”

“Love, in the universal sense, is unconditional acceptance. In the individual sense, the one-on-one sense, try this: we can say we love each other if my life is better because you're in it and your life is better because I'm in it. The intensity of the love is weighted by how much better.”

“You love him, man,” was what Jensen did say. “You love him so much, you’re making plans to go to hell for him.”