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“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"

"They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.

"And what is hell? Can you tell me that?"

"A pit full of fire."

"And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"

"No, sir."

"What must you do to avoid it?"

I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

“Worry, she often reminds her patients, is a kind of creativity. Fear is an act of the imagination.”
― Karen Thompson Walker, The Dreamers

“My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.”
― Diana Wynne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle

“We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?”
― Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale