"Anyway," said Angela, "when we got back home, we found him in the chair." She shook her head. "I don't think he suffered any. He just looked asleep. He couldn't have looked like that if there'd been the least bit of pain." (52.17)
"No damn cat, and no damn cradle." (74.30)
"What do you think of it?" I asked him.
"It's black. What is it—hell?"
"It means whatever it means," said Newt.
"Then it's hell," snarled Castle. (76.2-5)