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.

The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.

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

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

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.

Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.