“The real hell of Hell is that it is forever.' Sula said that. She said doing anything forever and ever was hell.”

“...Sula was wrong. Hell ain't things lasting forever. Hell is change." Not only did men leave and children grow up and die, but even the misery didn't last. One day she wouldn't even have that. This very grief that had twisted her into a curve on the floor and flayed her would be gone. She would lose that too.Why, even in hate here I am thinking of what Sula said.”

“You want to know about the place called Hell?" he asked the curious animal. "There is no Hell," he said. "Hell is in here." He touched the raw, pink skin of his chest with the tips of his fingers. "And it will forever brun inside me for what I have done.”

“A million dead butterflies, she said. Sorry as hell they ever landed here.”

“If I owned hell and west Texas, he said, I do believe I'd sell west Texas and live in hell.”

“I think maybe Hell is a place. But you don't have to stay anywhere forever.”