"Excess of love, did ye say? There was no excess, there was defect. She loved her son too little, not too much. If she had loved him more there'd be no difficulty. I do not know how her affair will end. But it may well be that at this moment she's demanding to have him down with her in hell. That kind is sometimes perfectly ready to place the soul they say they love in endless misery if only they can still in some fashion possess it." -The Great Divorce

Let's make this quick and painless? Painless for who?

"Brass is mistaken for gold more easily than clay is... It is a stronger angel, and therefore, when it falls, a fiercer devil... The false religion of lust is baser than the false religion of [human] love or patriotism or art: but lust is less likely to be made into a religion." -The Great Divorce