. . . I believe one half of the world is born for the convenience of the other half. . .
Love and honesty don't mix.
Sometimes one waits too long for the perfect moment before snapping the picture. You never realize that you needed was to change perspective.
History is changed by martyrs who tell the truth.
To be an honest writer, you have to be away from home, and totally alone in life.
Postmodernism was a reaction to modernism. Where modernism was about objectivity, postmodernism was about subjectivity. Where modernism sought a singular truth, postmodernism sought the multiplicity of truths.
You can’t bring an unwritten place to life without losing something substantial. Manila is the cradle, the graveyard, the memory. The Mecca, the Cathedral, the bordello. The shopping mall, the urinal, the discotheque. I’m hardly speaking in metaphor. It’s the most impermeable of cities. How does one convey all that?
It is the glory and good of Art, That Art remains the one way possible Of speaking truth, to mouths like mine at least.
It's never too late - not now, not ever - for you to pursue your passion.
How I hated this school, and what a life of anxiety I lived there for more than two years.
Why will God's creatures sin against his throne? Can there be such madness in beings gifted with reason's light?