Kat Cho amerikai koreai

“My mother says gumiho are always women because we gain our power from the moon.”
“And what is a man?” Jihoon asked.
“Dinner.”

“Uh-uh. Payment first. A million won.”
“A million won?” Miyoung sputtered out.
“Don’t have it? I’ll also take it as a hundred yen, a thousand US dollars, your first-born child. Don’t accept bitcoin yet, but I hear it’s growing in popularity.”

“You think that if you admit you miss people, that means you’re weak,” Somin said. “But maybe it will help you let go.”

“Why would you wear headphones without music?” She handed back the silent earbuds.
“If I listen to music, I can’t hear what other people are talking about.”
“So you spy on people?” she asked.
“I don’t make them talk about their private life in public.”
“Creep,” Miyoung muttered.
Jihoon shrugged. “You have a funny way of saying thank you.”

“It’s hard for me to take you seriously when you make a joke out of everything.”
“Looking at life with humor doesn’t mean I don’t take it seriously. You need to be able to laugh at things, even the sad scary stuff sometimes.”

“Just because something doesn’t seem right to most, doesn’t mean it’s not right for you.”

Not all predators are monsters. But if you beat them enough, they’ll bite.

Changwan shook his head. “I don’t know why teachers let you talk like that.”
“It’s because of my charm and good looks.”
“It’s because he’s so ridiculous, they have to laugh or else they’d scream.”

Isolation is the enemy of humanity. Loneliness a threat to empathy.