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Just because a gisaeng like you dies, who in this world would care? Don’t forget. This world has people who are more pitiful, more poor, and in worse situations than you. I will say this again, you will not change anything from your death. Therefore, don’t think about dying. Stay alive until the end.

구가의 서 (Gu Family Book)

Humans are much weaker than you think they are. Because they are weak, they are often cruel.

구가의 서 (Gu Family Book)

I’ve seen countless people born as human, who live as worse than beasts. The thing that determines your humanity is not your birth, but your heart.

구가의 서 (Gu Family Book)

It was near the end of the day, the time of day I don’t like talking about, that nameless hour when the sounds of evening would rise up from every floor of the prison in a cortege of silence.

The Stranger, Albert Camus

Things that should be remembered are forgotten. Things that should be forgotten are remembered, the irony. Thus, the past is still our homework.

특수사건전담반 TEN 2 (Special Affairs Team TEN 2)

It is the damned fool, who, at that dark moment, laughs courage right into you.

The Sea Is My Brother, Jack Kerouac

I hadn’t understood how days could be both long and short at the same time: long to live through, maybe, but so drawn out that they ended up flowing into one another. They lost their names. Only the words ‘yesterday’ and ‘tomorrow’ still had any meaning for me.

The Stranger, Albert Camus

I do what I do because I’m crazy…Everything else comes later.

Jeffrey Vallance

Because of her, you – who didn’t think much of life before – you who said you’ll live like trash because you were thrown away like trash… For the first time, you wanted to live like a decent person. You have to tell her that.

그 겨울, 바람이 분다 (That Winter, The Wind Blows)

But, my poor little fallen nestling, you’ve been sheltering in my heart for ages, though you didn’t realize it. Don’t be afraid; I’ll keep looking at you for ever and ever, without a flutter of my eyelids, and you’ll live in my gaze like a mote in a sunbeam.

No Exit, Jean Paul Sartre

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