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“I wish you were a different type of girl,” he continues. “The type who cries and refuses to let go when a guy breaks up with her. The type who says, ‘How dare you see another woman, I won’t stand for it.’ If you were that type, you would never have gotten this call from me. But, we were good in the beginning! You said so yourself.” Those words—You said so yourself—sound so oddly like begging that I find myself saying yes despite myself. He forgot it was my birthday. I don’t feel like reminding him, either.”
― Bae Suah, Highway with Green Apples

“It doesn’t make you carsick?” he asked. “It’s just a sketch,” I said. “And anyway, it’s not me drawing but a stranger inside of me who compels me to draw. When that happens, I have no choice but to draw, even while driving.” “Why do you talk like that?” He was always criticizing me for not sounding more like his mother or older sister. “Why can’t you just say, ‘I feel like drawing, so I have to draw.’ I think you like it when I can’t understand you.”
― Bae Suah, Highway with Green Apples

“I am a twenty-five year-old who goes to bed every night wondering what I will do the next day. By now, all the other women I know who went to the same all-girls high school as me are at their most self-assured, having married or living as career women in the big city, but I am as unsure of myself as I was at fifteen.”
― Bae Suah, Highway with Green Apples

“thinking is the root of our suffering.”
― Joseph Nguyen, Don't Believe Everything You Think