“Fifty years in this northern land Living as a machine that speaks Living as a human under a yoke Without talent With a pure indignation Written not with pen and ink But with bones drenched with blood and tears Is… — Bandi Copy Share Image
“For God's sake, not that elm tree again! 'My elm' this, 'my elm' that, morning, noon, and night... Where are the so called fruits… — Bandi Copy Share Image
“The root of all human misfortune and suffering was that red European specter that the lion-headed man with the tobacco pipe had boasted had… — Bandi Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time there was a garden, surrounded on all sides by a great, high fence. In that garden, an old demon ruled… — Bandi Copy Share Image
“Fifty years in this northern land Living as a machine that speaks Living as a human under a yoke Without talent With a pure… — Bandi Copy Share Image
“Though it was close to midnight, Gyeong-hee sensed hundreds of figures hovering at those windows, peering out like rabbits from their burrows, eyes narrowed… — Bandi Copy Share Image
“Surely you know that whatever the play, the curtain always falls at the end.” — Bandi Copy Share Image
“As a journalist, he always felt a sense of commitment not only to the piece he had written, but to the individual, event, or… — Bandi Copy Share Image
“What crime have I committed? Am I a thief or a murderer, to have to degrade myself like this? In this country of mine,… — Bandi Copy Share Image
