As if the word were synonymous with hell and evil.

Except that with hell, dying is the only diploma you're supposed to need.

In a place like that, with hell breaking loose already, he pulled a gun.

Only connect up with the beautiful, creative/destructive force and, hell, you can wipe out anybody.

Villiers staggered against the table, with hell in his eyes.

What had that star to do with hell?

He's our son, and I see now that we're obligated to stay with him, hell or high water.

And I tell you, pleasure and pain have nothing to do with heaven or hell.

Hellhounds, humans call them now, though you know we have nothing to do with hell.