I'd rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints - the sinners are much more fun.
The reader feels as if he is in Chongjin, where starving people ate the bark off trees; or atop Mount Taesong with the elite of Pyongyang, whose existence is a mix of sadism and whimsy; or with the masses who are bombarded day and night with the propaganda of North Korea's alternate reality.
Having a little boy has taken me to a very deep place. I am starting to realize everything I ever worried about was such a waste of time.

