Snow spun through their headlights and into the windshield as they drove through the darkness. The effect was almost hypnotic.
“This is the only country in the world”, said Wednesday, into the stillness, “that worries about what it is.”
“The rest of them know what they are. No one ever needs to go searching for the heart of Norway. Or looks for the soul of Mozambique. They know what they are.”
“Just thinking out loud.”
American Gods by Neil Gaiman