Sang Min Quotes

And if you, the reader, hadn’t picked this book, the narrative would be different still. When I think of the trajectory created by these converging choices, I hallucinate a constellation of coincidences floating in front of my eyes. I’m a speck of dust, you’re a speck of dust; we float around in space until we meet by chance and pull each other closer. And then we swirl together, growing hotter and hotter, until we combine into a single sun. Summer 2020. From that tranquil, single sun. Yun Ko-eun © Lee Sang-min

The Soul bird sang: "My beloved Jay, Look into my eyes. Look deeply, and you will remember hope. You will remember the power of your mind, The great power, big as the sky, that makes all things possible. Look straight into my eyes. I can restore to you the hope you've lost. I can enable restore to you the hope you've lost. I can enable you to meet your infinite, eternal min. That is what I can do for you. I am your soul. I, who restore your lost hope, am your soul.

A life without love isn't a life; it's an act. Most people go through the motions of life to act out the life they believe they want. They're bored, so they save money. They're bored so they go shopping. Still bored, they go shopping again. And again. I truly believe that dictators, warmongers, and people who yell all the time do so because they've failed at love. In those days, everyone sang of a better life, but it wasn't a life they wanted. It was the act of life. After failing at the one chance I had at a real life, I'd fallen back to acting, along with the rest of the world.

Hanne was going to sing in a church that evening, and she had asked whether I wanted to go and watch, of course I did. Her boyfriend would be there, so I didn't make my presence known, but when I saw her standing there, so beautiful and so pure, she was mine, no one else's feelings could hold a candle to those I cherished. Outside, the pavement was covered with grime, the remaining snow lay in dips and hollows and up shadowy slopes on both sides of the road. She sang, I was happy.

Stone touched the air with the tip of his chopstick as if he was dotting an i with a quill pen. “Your talker there, he’s Sang Ki Park. He doesn’t run the gang. That would be his uncle, Young Min Park. Sang is the second in command. They’re Ssang Yong Pa—the Double Dragon gang—straight out of the R-O-K. Hard-core and nasty.” ROK was the Republic of Korea. I

Så kom en til meg. En med vakkert hjerte og et vakkert smil. Hun tok med i hånden og ledet meg ut porten. Hun sa: Du kan jo nesten ikke gå, gutten min – hva har de gjort med deg der inne? Og sammen gikk vi ut i verden, og skrittene mine skalv. Men jeg lærte å snakke – litt etter litt kom ordene tilbake i guttens munn. Og jeg fylte dem med sang. Og meget smerte lå skjult bak denne sangen.

Twenty-nine years old, You Sulhee Nursing Academy, nurse’s aide, bartender, Min Gyu-ho.

Og år gikk igjen, mange år. Men når der gjennom hele din barndom flyter en slik elv med leende vann og med slik sang om eventyr og minner, da euer du alle tider en umistelig rikdom. I drømme gjør du som laksen og sjøauren, vender tilbake dit der du ble klekt ut (...). Elva sang i dalen. Den gjorde nok det. Og kanskje var det den gamle sangen også. Det var vel det. Men en slåmaskin knatret som et maskingevær der nede. Og i sinnet mitt sang jo nå mektige villmarker fra fjerne kontinenter. Jeg snudde. Man skal fare varsom med minner og drømmer. Og aldri mer kommer jeg til å fiske i min barndoms klare elv.

Familien så på med ærefrykt og forventning. For her var det noe nytt i utvikling. Som de tok feil! Noe gammelt, gammetl var igjen i emning, men ingen vitenskapsmann. Over vuggen min stod halvmånen. I mitt blod sang sollandets sikader, kalte Sydens dunkleste netter, brant et hetere lys og skvatt skinnende gullfisk i strømmen. Nåja, i det fløt vandrerens vemod og jegerens grumhet. Den gang i min femte sommer sprang jegeren ut. Landstrykeren kom langt seinere.