... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

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.

The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth.

Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.

The Palestinians are the only nation in the world that feels with certainty that today is better than what the days ahead will hold. Tomorrow always heralds a worse situation.

May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!