History laughs at both the victim and the aggressor.

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

Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.

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.

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

I don't decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.

I am not a lover of Israel, of course. I have no reason to be. But I don't hate Jews.