“Hell is—other people!”

“Hell is other people.”

“Sarte was right, Hell is other people”

“I am not like
other people.
I am
burning in hell. the hell of
myself.”

“I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself.”

“Cry about the simple hell people give other people- without even thinking. Cry about the hell white people give colored folks, without even stopping to think that they're people too.”

“[Henry, to Rod] "Hell's not a place, Rod, it's something people do to each other."”

“When two people meet, each one is changed by the other so you got two new people. Maybe that means — hell, it's complicated.”

“What is hell? Hell is oneself.
Hell is alone, the other figures in it
Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from
And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.”

“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!”