“I want to be careful not to throw all this away. This is happiness. I think this is what happiness is. I haven't got it yet, but I can sense it out there. I feel I'm close to it. Some days, I'm so close I can almost smell it.”
“Poor Wales. So far from Heaven, so close to England.”
“The end is soon...I feel it. If you're close, run away, far, hide, do whatever you can. Who knows if we'll be safe.”
“How can it be that the people who are supposed to love me the most are here, so close, all lined up shiny and promising, yet I feel so alone?”
“Poor Mexico. So far from God and so close to the United States.”