It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.
And I thought, there was no God, there was only what you wanted.
This was the life I was going to be living, everybody separated from everybody else, hanging on for a moment only to be washed away.
The nearest I'd come to feeling anything like God was the plan blue cloudless sky and a certain silence, but how do you pray to that?
I could hear the icy winds of Sweden, but he didn't seem to feel the chill.
Take my advice. Stay away from all broken people.