“Let this hell be our heaven.”

“Chris:I forgive you.Annie: For killing my children and my sweet husband?Chris: For being so wonderful a guy would choose hell over heaven just to be around you.”

“Heaven would never be heaven without you.”

“Let the jagged edge of sobriety be now dulled.”

“Everything seemed to flood over him then. It was as though he’d been the little Dutch boy with his finger in the dike, refusing to let the sea of reason in.”

“God help me, he thought. God help all us poor wretches who could create and find we must lose our hearts for it because we cannot afford to spend our time at it. (“Mad House”)”

“It was a fairy tale, no fooling. It was unreality becoming real. This frightened her. Because people don't care for unreality becoming real. It pricks their well-fed minds, you see, with something like a hunger pang. They prefer the logical stuffiness of expectancy. It is only at certain times that they weaken, letting imagination in. That's the time to get them. (“The Disinheritors”)”