“Stairs. This is Hell. Hell is stairs, was all Theo could think. I'd sell my soul for a goddamn elevator. But I don't have a soul, do I? I'm some kind of fairy.Okay, settle for an escalator, then.”
“Escalators are the offspring of elevators and stairs. Love is the progeny of passion and admiration.”
“The escalator doesn’t work, and you’d think they’d still be used as stairs, but in this economic depression, even the stairs are unemployed.”
“Even with my deepest soul I knew too well that all of these were just a stairs to heaven.”
“I don't mind," he whispered. "If I had a soul, I'd probably wind up in hell anyway.”
“If I owned hell and west Texas, he said, I do believe I'd sell west Texas and live in hell.”