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

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

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.

We have to understand - not justify - what gives rise to this tragedy. It's not because they're looking for beautiful virgins in heaven, as Orientalists portray it. Palestinian people are in love with life. If we give them hope - a political solution - they'll stop killing themselves.

She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.

One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.