As soon as reality breaks, as soon as we're separated from the phsical world, the cracks begin to appear in our minds. And through them seeps the madness that has always been there, flowing into your skull like a liquid nightmare.

Trust me-that toilet and me were best friends for the first few days I was here.

Better to be a spirit with the earth beneath you than a corpse pinned tight by the weight of the world.

That mush plays havoc downstairs, you know?

Don't need a degree in rocket science to do this job.

Let's make like a hockey player and get the puck out of here.

Just take it from me," Donovan said. "Stay well clear of the warden. Some here think he's the devil. I don't, I don't believe in that religious talk, but I know evil when I see it. He's something rotten they dragged from the bowels of the earth, something they patched together from darkness and filth. He'll be the death of us all, every single one of us here in Furnace. Only question is when." "I know one thing," I added. "The warden certainly brings out peoples dramatic sides." Zee and Donovan both laughed through their noses.