“How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?”

Demons don’t play by the rules. They lie and they cheat and they stab in the back.

As for getting there … it’s a choice between sinning and being tricked by demons It’s a plane of evil … despair … and magic of the foulest kind.

I don’t want to jump to any conclusions, but look: Dinosaurs and man, two species separated by sixty-five million years of evolution have just been suddenly thrown back into the mix together. How can we possibly have the slightest idea what to expect?

I only want to sleep . . . and never wake.

Besides… next to giving pain my favourite sport’s to feel it.

Well, the world has changed so radically, and we’re all running to catch up.

Reverse Darwinism: survival of the most idiotic.

I don’t know where hell is … another dimension, perhaps, or another plane of reality.

It hurts! It throbs with pain, the like of which I never felt the half! Mortal flesh would scream again . . . yet demon spirit bids to laugh

Blood is drawn! I am impressed-though my hell-spawned powers will heal it!

I don’t know what to expect for the next thing. There are always different people. It’s interesting.

People expect a nice period piece, but that’s not always the case. There’s a deep human mystery in his work.

Every single thing is like a new thing, so it’s never what I expect.

I don’t expect that because I was successful in one field that I will then get a ride of passage into another.

Never expect anything, ye will never be demoralized.

People automatically assume and expect that every moment and every bit of personal data should be broadcasted on social media, especially as it relates to them – and thats just not cuttin’ it for me.

You can’t expect people to do the right thing or else they will go to hell. We are already in hell!.

The public is accustomed to it, expects little from it and therefore takes little notice of it.