Palestine needs earth, but it does not need lawyers.

People who walk across dark bridges, past saints, with dim, small lights. Clouds which move across gray skies past churches with towers darkened in the dusk. One who leans against granite railing gazing into the evening waters, His hands resting on old stones.

Nothing, you know, gives the body greater satisfaction than ordering people about, or at least believing in one's ability to do so.

My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.

The man in ecstasy and the man drowning: both raise their arms.

So eager are our people to obliterate the present.

I carry the bars within me.