No one will persist long in helping someone who will not help themselves.
Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry.
I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved.
Night is longer than day for those who dream & day is longer than night for those who make their dreams comes true.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
What does it mean that I am in this endless universe, thinking that I'm a man sitting under the stars on the terrace of the earth, but actually empty and awake throughout the emptiness and awakedness of everything? It means that I'm empty and awake, that I know I'm empty and awake, and that there's no difference between me and anything else.
The sun never sets. It is only an appearance due to the observer's limited perspective. And yet, what a sublime illusion it is.
If it's needed for me to have a drop of Filipino blood, I am willing to get it from Makati Med. My heart really belongs here.
What are movies for if not to have the good guys triumph over the bad ones?
Often poets fall into groups that exclude others, and don't pay attention to those who write in different ways. It seems so limited to me.