"Perhaps it is so easy to become obsessed with beauty because of its fleeting, transitory nature. A girl on a jeepney ride. A night in a ballroom. A face in a photograph. Things one cannot hold on to. Things one remembers wistfully when one is trying to write. Things that, no matter how hard you try to associate them with each other, still will not cohere into anything even vaguely resembling a point. "
-----"What We Talk About When We Talk About Looks" from Legmanila.com, Luis Joaquin M. Katigbak
"Yes, I know. You haven't the slightest idea what I'm talking about. Beauty has long since disappeared. It has slipped beneath the surface of the noise, the noise of words, sunk deep as Atlantis. The only thing left of it is the word, whose meaning loses clarity from year to year."