Often I think boys don’t become men. Boys just get papier-mâchéd inside a man’s mask. Sometimes you can tell the boy is still in there.
Why ask a question whose answer would demand ten more questions?
Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
So winners, Hae-Joo proposed, are the real losers because they learn nothing? What, then, are losers? Winners?
One cannot pass by without thinking of the density of men in the ground.
Secrets affect you more than you’d think. You lie to keep them hidden. You steer talk away from them. You worry someone’ll discover yours and tell the world. You think you are in charge of the secret, but isn’t it the secret who’s actually using you?