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

History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.

Poetry is perhaps what teaches us to nurture the charming illusion: how to be reborn out of ourselves over and over again, and use words to construct a better world, a fictitious world that enables us to sign a pact for a permanent and comprehensive peace ... with life.

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.

I believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.

The importance of poetry is not measured, finally, by what the poet says but by how he says it.

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.