This was hell then; it wasn't anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.

The most prominent place in hell is reserved for those who are neutral on the great issues of life

People are mad as hell.

The only thing I could say for sure is that hell means separation from God. We are separated from his light, from his fellowship. That is going to be hell.

My two fingers on a typewriter have never connected with my brain. My hand on a pen does. A fountain pen, of course. Ball-point pens are only good for filling out forms on a plane.

That whisky priest, I wish we had never had him in the house.