Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.

To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.

For the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.

I thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could humanize, and I think that the illusion is very necessary to push poets to be involved and to believe, but now I think that poetry changes only the poet.