“But there was nothing I could do about people in my drawings. Their faces looked frightening, their hair was always straggly and the only characteristic that distinguished the sexes was their hair. My women looked like witches that had been made of broomsticks. When they had brooms, they seemed a part of them. The men looked like gnomes with pinheads. When I tried to improve on this, they turned into grasshoppers.”
― Bienvenido N. Santos, Memory’s Fictions: A Personal History