“I hate him. I hate him for being so brutal. I hate that I’m beholden to him. I hate that I’m in love with his wife and something damned close to that with the elephant. And most of all, I hate that I’ve let them both down.”
“There’s a Korean word my grandma taught me. It’s called jung. It’s the connection between two people that can’t be severed, even when love turns to hate. You still have those old feelings for them; you can’t ever completely shake them loose of you; you will always have tenderness in your heart for them.”
″‘I don’t hate it here,’ she said automatically. Surprising herself, she realized that as much as she’d been trying to convince herself otherwise, she was telling the truth. ‘It’s just that I don’t belong here.‘”