“and then i wrote this to remember:

“All of us, in some part or other, are loathsome. We all harbour a crime we’ve committed, or a crime our soul is begging us to commit.”

“Change your soul. How? That’s for you to figure out.”

“I was a genius in more than dreams and in less than life. That is my tragedy.”

“If I think, everything seems absurd to me; if I feel, everything seems strange; if I want, it’s something in me that does the wanting.”

“Sometimes, when I’m actively engaged in life and have as clear a notion of myself as the next man, my mind is beset by a strange feeling of doubt: I begin to wonder if I exist, if I might not be someone else’s dream.”

“I’ll lose myself and become night as well, without any dreams as stars within me, nor a hoped-for sun shining with the future.”

“I can’t enjoy innocently gazing at people and things, for my longing to dig deeper is inexorable, and since my interest can’t exist without this longing, it must either die at its hands or wither [on its own].”

“[T]he shipwreck of all that had been dreamed, the paltriness of all that had been achieved, the sadness of living a life too miserable to be shared by others, and other people’s lives too miserable for us to want to share – all of this fell over souls and poisoned them.”

“Buong buhay iisa lang ang patakaran niya: Never go out of bounds. There are certain boundaries para sa bawat tao at doon lang ang lugar mo. Kapag lumagpas ka, maaari ka nang makapanakit ng iba.”