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“At the time, death seemed as though it would be something refreshing, like slipping on that clean new uniform. If life was the summer that had just gone by, if life was a body sullied with sweat and bloody pus, clotted seconds that refused to pass, if life was a mouthful of sour bean sprouts that only served to intensify the hunger pangs, then perhaps death would be like a clean brushstroke, erasing all such things in a single sweep.”
― Kang Han, Human Acts

“She had no faith in humanity. The look in someone's eyes, the beliefs they espoused, the eloquence with which they did so, were, she knew, no guarantee of anything She knew that the only life left to her was one hemmed in by niggling doubts and cold questions.”
― Kang Han, Human Acts

“The dream grows cruel as you move closer to wakefulness. Sleep grows thin, becomes brittle as writing paper, and eventually crumbles away. In the quiet corners of your conscious mind, memories are waiting. What they call forth cannot strictly be called nightmares.”

Han Kang - Human Acts”
― Han Kang, Human Acts

“The sound woke me up, but I didn't have the courage to open my eyes, so I kept them closed and strained to listen in the darkness.”
― Kang Han, Human Acts