Carlos Bulosan

“I lived in a big bunkhouse of thirty farm workers with Leroy, who was a stranger to me in many ways because…

— Carlos Bulosan

“We ...recognize the forces which have been trying to falsify American history—the forces which drive away many Americans to a corner of…

— Carlos Bulosan

I came to know that in many ways it was a crime to be Filipino in California .... I feel like a…

— Carlos Bulosan

“We do not take democracy for granted. We feel it grow in our working together—many millions of us working toward a common…

— Carlos Bulosan

“Why was America so kind and yet so cruel? Was there no way to simplifying things in this continent so that suffering…

— Carlos Bulosan

“You ...see us ...and you think you know us, but our outward guise is more deceptive than our history.”

— Carlos Bulosan

“We march on, though sometimes strange moods fill our children. Our march toward security and peace is the march of freedom—the freedom…

— Carlos Bulosan

“I remembered all my years in the Philippines, my father fighting for his inherited land, my mother selling boggoong to the impoverished…

— Carlos Bulosan

“ The human heart is bigger than the world , I said to myself.”

— Carlos Bulosan

Now culture being a social product, I firmly believe that any work of art should have a social function to beautify, to…

— Carlos Bulosan

Men who had poetry in their soul come silently into the world and live quietly down the years, and yet when they…

— Carlos Bulosan

“We have been marching for the last one hundred and fifty years. We sacrifice our individual liberties, and sometimes we fail and…

— Carlos Bulosan

The old world is dying, but a new world is being born. It generates inspiration from the chaos that beats upon us…

— Carlos Bulosan

“If you want to know what we are, look at the men reading books, searching in the dark pages of history for…

— Carlos Bulosan

“We jumped into a waiting bus, and two Negro laborers followed us. We did not drop any money in the slot; the…

— Carlos Bulosan

America is also the nameless foreigner, the homeless refugee, the hungry boy begging for a job and the black body dangling on…

— Carlos Bulosan

“Yes, I will be a writer and make all of you live again in my words.”

— Carlos Bulosan

The human heart is bigger than the world.

— Carlos Bulosan