Quotes from Eric Gamalinda

I love the excesses of beauty, there is never enough sunlight in the world I will live in, never enough room for love.

I deny the fact that when I kill time, time is actually killing me

I'll remember your apocalypse if you'll remember mine It will be a holiday of the senses

Because you brand our tongues with silence. Because you watch us in fear, even while we sing.

People who think they have the full support of God, any god, think they're invincible. They will do anything and not even think twice about it.

I would like to write a suicide note in three and a half languages and travel south on a Thursday towards some form of life outside of earth

In spaces too small for light to crawl I'll hide everything I own. I'll keep you there for safety. I'll build a shelter for your fears. I'll be your own suicide bomber, a satellite in the dwindling orbits, a mortal Om.

There's a strong message of divine righteousness in dictatorships. Every megalomaniac has to believe his actions are sanctioned by God.

The monsoon came, six months of infinite rain. The towns I once knew were wiped clean, and everyone said it was God revising his poem.

There, he would live in total anonymity, a small-time bandit with no name. Nobody would believe the stories he would recall. Nobody would believe the history of his sadness.

Fuck words, nothing spoken comprehends the defiantly ephemeral. I take my incompleteness with the rest, an exile in any language.

My angels are jellyfish, electric, nearly invisible, armed with poisoned harpoons. My archangels are yellow tang. They feed on sunlight. They speak through color. Anything in their paths turns blind.

It offended him and mocked him: the fact that the world didn't die when his heart did.

and in the darkness that was fast enclosing him he was filled with joy, because life is endless, its mysteries will never entirely be revealed, and to be human is to be alive in constant wonder.

it's pointless to think in moral terms when everything is permissible. We have become the people we detest. We have lost the capacity to imagine what is forbidden We have been freed, in other words, from our own hypocrisy.

He tells me that Filipinos are in jail because we Americans want a better world for ourselves. It's America that gives ammunitions to the dictator. He says, Your corporations can do whatever they want here as long as our government protects them from our discontents. It's you who will benefit from a Philippine dictatorship.

The universe of words had always seemed to him a fascinating, forbidding territory, open only to a privileged few.

Rely on no one. Depend on no one for your happiness. I am declaring my independence. I am establishing a republic unto myself. I am seceding from the human race.

The revolution in Manila was being led by young intellectuals, sons of merchants and professionals who had been educated in Europe and who had planned their revolt using the theories of the French Revolution. Isio had long, scraggly hair, bare feet, and eyes that betrayed the many years of sadness and labor his people had endured. With a look of pity and incredulity, Salas finally asked, "How is it possible that you survived?

Grief is a nation of everyone, a country without borders. I roam the avenues of it out of habit.

America: the name itself is synonymous with imperialism - you've taken the name of two entire continents & claimed it as your own, & shut out anyone else from using it.

With every step he felt he was losing some part of himself, the way we gradually lose our memory of what we once thought mattered, pulling us faster towards that emptiness in which we are no longer human.

He listened to everyone but his heart kept asking why.

Even dictators become dictators because somehow, deep in their hearts, they believe they've been chosen to save the world. Everyone is chosen. There lies the problem. Every wants to do something. Everyone thinks his, & no other's, is the only way. Everyone is deranged with purpose .