I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

The land and everything on it can be taken away, but no one can take away your knowledge or the degrees you earn

An instant can crush a brain and change the course of life, the course of history.

For if life had taught her anything, it was that healing and peace can begin only with acknowledgment of wrongs committed.

I watch life trickle from the bullet wound of a sixteen-year-old "example" and marvel how things weak, even words, will turn vicious and merciless to gain power,despite reason or history

We come from the land, give our love and labor to her, and she nurtures us in return. When we die, we return to the land. In a way, she owns us. Palestine owns us and we belong to her

For I'll keep my humanity, though I did not keep my promises. ... and Love shall not be wrested from my veins.