“Death was in his eyes and hell would follow.”

“From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?”

“Two words would comprehend my future -- death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.”

“Stupidity isn't punishable by death. If it was, there would be a hell of a population drop.”

“We would follow Arthur to the very gates of Hell and beyond if he asked it. And that is the solitary truth.”

“Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release.”