(cutting him off) Reforms are bandages on a corpse. Your “form” – the Filipino – is already dead. What walks around is a ghost. (He picks up the skull.) This was a man. He wrote petitions. He believed in justice. They killed him anyway.
(laughs dryly) Cold. Like the Filipino’s heart, they say. But you, Isagani – you still believe it can burn? El Filibusterismo Kabanata 21 Script
That is revolution. The form of the Filipino must change. From a kneeling slave to a standing man. Even if that man has blood on his hands. (cutting him off) Reforms are bandages on a corpse
No. I am the only sane man in this colony. The friars will never give you an academy. They will never let you think. But if one explosion rocks the river on a wedding night – a night when all the powerful are gathered – then they will listen. (He picks up the skull
(firmly) I will not help you. I would rather be a fool with a clean heart than a wise man with a grave.