“Breath-cloud. On cold mornings, that first white cloud of escaping breath is proof that we are living. Proof of our bodies’ warmth. Cold air rushes into dark lungs, soaks up the heat of our body and is exhaled as perceptible… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“It's your body, you can treat it however you please. The only area where you're free to do just as you like.” — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“After you were lost to us, all our hours declined into evening. Evening are our streets and our houses. In this half-light that no… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“Now and then, all of this struck me as being not so much ridiculous as faintly ominous. What if, by chance, these early-stage symptoms… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“After you died I couldn't hold a funeral, So these eyes that once beheld you became a shrine. These ears that once heard your… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“If only one’s eyes weren’t visible to others, she thinks. If only one could hide one’s eyes from the world.” — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“She had believed in her own inherent goodness, her humanity, and lived accordingly, never causing anyone harm. Her devotion to doing things the right… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“It seemed enough for her to just deal with whatever it was that came her way, calmly and without fuss.” — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“The feeling that she had never really lived in this world caught her by surprise. It was a fact. She had never lived. Even… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“Looking at herself in the mirror, she never forgot that death was hovering behind that face. Faint yet tenacious, like black writing bleeding through… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“I don’t know you,” she muttered, tightening her grip on the receiver, which she’d hung back in the cradle but was still clutching. “So… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“Bearing that in mind, the question which remains to us is this: what is humanity? What do we have to do to keep humanity… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“I never let myself forget that every single person I meet is a member of this human race.” — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“Sand And she frequently forgot, That her body (all our bodies) is a house of sand. That it had shattered and is shattering still.… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“Breath-cloud. On cold mornings, that first white cloud of escaping breath is proof that we are living. Proof of our bodies’ warmth. Cold air… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
“The feeling that she had never really lived in this world caught her by surprise. It was a fact. She had never lived. Even… — Han Kang Copy Share Image
