“Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?”

“Some people would call what I do to Jack bullying, but you have to understand that I’ve known him since elementary school. We have a connection.”

“Hell is cold. Do you remember when you told me that? We were in the cellars of the Dark House. Anyone else would have been panicking, but you were as calm as a governess, telling me Hell was covered in ice. If it is the fire of Heaven that takes you from me, what a cruel irony that would be.”

“So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—other people!”

“A single prop that does not look real to an audience can louse you up. The same is true of the smallest flaw in setting up the motivation in a story line.”

“What was it with men, that they found elementary logic so difficult?”