“White hair. She remembers one of her bosses, a middle-aged man who used to say how he longed to see a former lover again in old age, when her hair would be feather-white. When we’re really old... when every single… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“It seemed enough for her to just deal with whatever it was that came her way, calmly and without fuss.” — Han Kang Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“I never let myself forget that every single person I meet is a member of this human race.” — Han Kang Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
