‘‘it is sad, of course, to forget. but it is a lonely thing, to be forgotten. to remember when no one else does.’’
‘‘back when we were still changing for the better, wanting was enough, for me it was enough to live for the hope of it all’’
‘‘mother looking at me, tell me, what do you see? yes, i've lost my mind; daddy looking at me, will i ever be free? have i crossed the line?’’
‘‘my heart broke. i moved out of home and into the city and i made new friends and started to realize that no-one is just good or bad, that everyone is both. i started to discover in a profound, scary, blood-aching way who i was when i was alone, what i did when i did things only for myself.’’
‘‘if you're happy in a dream, does that count?’’
‘‘어긋나는 건 너무 아픈 것, 겪지 않으면 알 수가 없는거야 (being off is such a painful thing, it’s something you don’t know unless you experience it)’’
‘‘but even so, every now and then i would feel a violent stab of loneliness. the very water i drink, the very air i breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. the pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. i could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.’’
‘‘do mi ti, why not me? why not me?’’
‘‘난 네 뒷모습을 좋아하는 것 같아, 마주할 마음 없이 바라볼 수 있으니 (i think i like the sight of your back, so i can look at you without expecting you to look at me)’’
‘‘i had learned to hide what i felt. no, that's not true. there was no learning involved. i had been born knowing how to hide what i felt.’’
‘‘난 태어나버렸다는 게 두려워, 죽음은 너무 아파 현실은 너무 막막하고; 나의 의미는 어디에, 나의 마음은 어디에? 이 넓은 우주에 끝없이 표류해 (the fact that i was born is frightening, death hurts too badly and the reality is so hopeless; where is my meaning? where is my heart/mind? in this vast universe, i wander endlessly)’’
‘‘i hope you feel what i felt when you shattered my soul’’
‘‘time won't fly, it's like i'm paralyzed by it, i'd like to be my old self again but i'm still tryin' to find it; after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own, now you mail back my things and i walk home alone’’