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

I wish I were a candle in the darkness.

Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning.

I see poetry as spiritual medicine.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.