`` I could use some help '', Morgan said finally, `` but I can't afford to pay you anything.

`` I know '', Jones said dejectedly.

`` I don't have many strays coming to my front door '', he said.

When they were finally satisfied, Jones said, `` I think he's going to give us work ''.

She said, `` I guess the Lord looks out for fools, drunkards, and innocents ''.

He stopped, embarrassed, and Morgan said, `` I understand that, but I don't savvy why you'd go off and leave your jobs in the first place ''.

`` All my life '', he said, `` I tried.

`` I hate to leave my garden '', Gavin said.

`` That was a terrible thing to do '', I said to Oso.

`` But that was war '', I said.

`` I think Montero did right '', Amy said firmly.

`` I saw your fire '', she said, speaking slowly, making an effort to control her anger.

I meant what I said about that fire.

`` I don't mind washing dishes now and then '', he said pleasantly.

`` I ought to '' -- he said.

`` I said go home, Joseph.

I had always, I said, hankered after working hard with my hands.

He said in a studied voice, `` I didn't do it for you.

`` Why, I meant what I said '', Lord declared.

Finally Hernandez said, `` I could offer you advice, Tomas, but you wouldn't heed it ''.

As I dug in behind one of the bales we were using as protection, I grudgingly found myself agreeing with Oso's logic, especially when I imagined what would have happened to Missy if Old Knife's large party of screeching warriors had overrun our company.

Still, I was disgusted with myself for agreeing with Montero's methods.

Having nothing else to do except wait for my forms to be processed, I gave myself over to speculations concerning the hall itself.

I had for some time been hoping, in vain, for one of the dim figures to pass between the fan vents and myself.

I wished to prepare myself but did not even know what sort of clothes I ought to be wearing.

For weeks I wandered about this neighborhood of warehouses and garages, truck terminals and taxi repair shops, gasoline pumps and longshoremen's lunch counters, yet never did I cease to feel myself a stranger there.

If I could make myself feel the same way

I myself was fond of him but what a young woman half his age saw in him was a mystery to me.

Time's editor, Thomas Griffith, in his book, The Waist-High Culture, wrote: `` most of what was different about it ( the Deep South ) I found myself unsympathetic to.

The design is determined emotionally: `` I must reach into myself for the spring that will send me catapulting recklessly into the chaos of event with which the dance confronts me ''.

But I would never have thought of it myself ''.

Once, then -- for how many years or how few does not matter -- my world was bound round by fences, when I was too small to reach the apple tree bough, to twist my knee over it and pull myself up.

A dear, respected friend of mine, who like myself grew up in the South and has spent many years in New England, said to me not long ago: `` I can't forgive New England for rejecting all complicity ''.

Also, I am convinced that if my company were a sole proprietorship instead of a partnership, I would have been even abler to solve long-range problems for myself and my fellow-employees.

I had read the story many times without asking myself why it affected me or caring why it did.

Later Helion wrote of this phase: `` For years I built for myself a subtle instrument of relationships -- colors and forms without a name.

`` I arrived in the United States with the idea of establishing myself there more or less permanently and finding inspiration for new compositions ''.

Here Wright gave a slight sigh of weariness, and continued, `` It means more long years lived across the social grain of the life of our people, making shift to live in the face of popular disrespect and misunderstanding as I best can for myself and those dependent upon me ''.

Although his tender nights were not the ones I dreamed of, nor was it for yachts, sports cars, tall drinks, and swimming pools, nor yet for money or what money buys that I burned, I too was burning and watching myself burn.

If I hadn't got Nate stopped when I did, my duds'd all be shot plumb to hell!!

I am usually filled with an uneasiness that through some unwitting slip all hell may break loose.

I thought: What the hell??

Sonuvabitch, I can't figure out what in hell for they went and put niggers in my squad for.

Eileen got to dancing, just a little tiny dancing step to a hummed tune that you could hardly notice, and trying to pick up strange men, but each time I was ready to say to hell with it and walk out she'd pull herself together and talk so understandingly in that sweet husky voice about the good times and the happiness we'd had together and there I was back on the hook.

`` Seems to me last time I was here the grate bellowed out smoke as it might have been preparing us for hell ''.

`` I can't turn the studio into a gambling hell or a saloon '', I said.

I called the other afternoon on my old friend, Graves Moreland, the Anglo-American literary critic -- his mother was born in Ohio -- who lives alone in a fairy-tale cottage on the Upson Downs, raising hell and peacocks, the former only when the venerable gentleman becomes an angry old man about the state of literature or something else that is dwindling and diminishing, such as human stature, hope, and humor.

`` What the hell do I care what you do with her all day??

`` Now how in hell would I remember that ''??

But I smelled the coffee, and thinking, What the hell, live dangerously, I decided I would scald my worries away.

While preparing for the nuptials and feeling anxiety again, Lincoln, when asked where he was going, replied, " To hell, I suppose.

" Christ opened the doors of hell to missionary work among the dead ..." ( H. Donl Peterson, “ I Have a Question ,” Ensign, Apr.

" I was indignant as hell about that leg ," he would reveal in a November 1950 interview in Time magazine.

All I perceived was perception itself, the hell of forms and figures devoid of human emotion and detached from the reality of my unreal environment.

' I am she that is the natural mother of all things, mistress and governess of all the elements, the initial progeny of worlds, chief of powers divine, Queen of heaven, the principal of the Gods celestial, the light of the goddesses: at my will the planets of the air, the wholesome winds of the Seas, and the silences of hell be disposed ; my name, my divinity is adored throughout all the world in divers manners, in variable customs and in many names, [...] Some call me Juno, others Bellona of the Battles, and still others Hecate.

" Speaking at the opening of the Michael Reagan Center in Spring, Texas, October 7, 2005, Michael said, " At 8 years old, I thought I was going to hell.

I wanted to do anything I could to earn my way into hell.