Heaven, hell, purgatory: they’re not just for the dead, they are very much a part of living. The three primary modes of life—winning, losing, and waiting. Everything else we do falls on the spectrum between these three big ones.

Demons can exist in purgatory or limbo, just as they exist on Earth, but they are there to test the soul of the sinner.

Nobody really belongs in purgatory. It’s not a destination point, it’s a waiting room.

Purgatory should be nothing if not fair. It’s supposed to be about justice, right? How unjust would purgatory be without some terms?

Perhaps that’s all that purgatory is—prolonged death throes.

Maybe Manhattan is purgatory.