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I remember describing the subway. When the doors opened, the attendants on the platform shoved us inside. Squashed together, all of us strangers, we traveled to our stops. No one dared to move into a better spot or empty our until the doors opened. Then it became practice. … During the night, in my dreams, they opened and closed. One must not resist being forced together just as one must not hesitate when parting.

“…but let's not (waste any moment not feeling happy (not be ing happy). You know the American president John F. Kennedy! That person said this: "When you lose your things, you're not losing much. When you lose (trust), you’re losing a lot. When you lose (courage), you're losing everything.” What do you think? These are very good words, aren't they?”

"God is fair," she said, and clasped our hands together.
"Gwi Won had a stroke. Half her face melted off and it sags down past her chin. When she smiles, it bends into a sneer. You see, God is vengeful, so we don't have to be."

"She's buying us barbecued eel. That woman has an elevator in her house!" The waitress clapped her hands. "What a lonely woman to beg!"
"Pity is the path to mutuality," said my mother.
"Oh, screw pity. She has an elevator!"