Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.
Anne RiceAnd my heart beat faster for the mountains of eastern Europe, finally, beat faster for the one hope that somewhere we might find in that primitive countryside the answer to why under God this suffering was allowed to exist - why under God it was allowed to begin, and how under God it might be ended. I had not the courage to end it, I knew, without that answer.
Anne Rice