Quotes by Nick Joaquín

If for us culture means museum and library and open house and art gallery, for them it meant the activities and amenities of everyday life... The rift is... between folk culture, where the unschooled can be wise, and print culture, which enslaved the other senses to the eye.

Identity is the history that has gone into bone and blood and reshaped the flesh. Identity is not what we were but what we have become what we are at this moment.

This is the difference between the Spanish advent and the American; that the technical revolution provoked by the first produced the Filipino, while the cultural upheaval provoked by the second merely helped us to become more aware of this Filipinoness.

If you beget a monster of a child it could prove you were rather monstrous yourself.

Environment is what you make it and destiny is how you react to your environment: whether you try to overcome it or just resign yourself to it.

We are not quite conscious of the reason for our disdain when we refer to the illiterate past as wallowing in ignorance... What divides us from them is the column of print. Theirs was a total culture involving all the senses, while ours is a culture concentrated in the literate eye.

When we say that the West has brought us nothing but evil, do we mean that beef is evil, that cabbages are evil that the guisado is evil?

The identity of the Filipino today is of a person asking what is his identity.

No individual existence can be traced further than the moment of conception, which determined that what was to be born would be this person and no other. The person may change from baby to child, and from boy to man, but through all these changes he will remain this person and cannot be another, because all possibilities to the contrary that may have existed before the moment of conception ended forever with the moment of conception.

...and that there were many things grow-ups did which couldnt properly be judged by young people until the young people were grown-ups themselves...

...and that there were many things grown-ups did which couldnt properly be judged by young people until the young people were grown-ups themselves...

The point is not how we use a tool, but how it uses us.

I love is a door girls slam in their fathers faces.

An age that needs security guards is, of course, without security. What do we have in the dull old days? Old man janitors in the schools; watchmen in the factories, and the watchman was usually the turbanned bearded Bombay armed only with a stick, drowsing on a stool by a gate. How his strong odor remembered now seems the very smell of safety!In his place now lurks the man in uniform, armed with pistol and club and submachine gun: the security that stands for the insecurity of our times, being the human equivalent of the iron bars at the window, the barbed wire on the wall.