Without hope we are lost.

I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.

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

I am patient and am waiting for a profound revolution in the consciousness of the Israelis. The Arabs are ready to accept a strong Israel with nuclear arms - all it has to do is open the gates of its fortress and make peace.

Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life.

I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.

Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?