“I know I am a writer because until I’m writing I don’t know what I know.”
“While we played, Meiying often sat by herself on the bench, huddled against the chill, looking at the library books on her lap, the pages glowing under the street lamp. The pages would sometimes turn in the wind, but she did not notice.”
“Yes, yes," Gee Sook said. "Look how Jung stands like a man today.”