“I shall tell you where we are. We're in the most extreme and utter region of the human mind. A dim, subconscious underworld. A radiant abyss where men meet themselves. Hell, Netley. We're in Hell.”

“We're fascinated by the words--but where we meet is in the silence behind them.”

“"Where the hell is Ronan?" Gansey asked, echoing the words that thousands of humans had uttered since mankind developed speech.”

“The most used phrase in my administration if I were to be President would be "What the hell you mean we're out of missiles?"”

“Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd
In one self place; but where we are is hell,
And where hell is, there must we ever be.”

“I mean, we're all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren't we?”

“What we're seeing "out there" is the projection of where we're at--the projection of the clingings of our minds.”

“Hell is where you are and Paradise where you are not.”

“At the risk of quoting Mephistopheles I repeat: Welcome to hell. A hell erected and maintained by human-governments, and blessed by black robed judges. A hell that allows you to see your loved ones, but not to touch them. A hell situated in America's boondocks, hundreds of miles away from most families. A white, rural hell, where most of the captives are black and urban. It is an American way of death.”

“That's not fair," I said.
"Georgina," he said simply. "We're in Hell.”