The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.

Without hope we are lost.

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

The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.

I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold

The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.

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