“The warmth of hell would be a blessing after this. Do you suppose there is a cold hell for those who died in wintertime?- Fernandez de Anguilar”

“To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damn hard.”

“Why would you do that? Why the hell would you ever think I wanted you to do that? I’m supposed to protect you.”Liv’s gaze hardened again. “Right after you drag me back to the cave by my hair, right? Damn, you can be a real asshole sometimes.”

“I think of all those who believed in a Latin American paradise and died in a Latin American hell.”

“What is this?! I couldn't die back when I would've been glad to die anywhere, anytime, but now that dying would take hardly any effort, suddenly I can't afford to yet? What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“In this country, don’t forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There’s no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country it’s the worst kind of hell for those who love you.”