My sensibility steers me toward writers who are out on their own.

I belong to a specific category of writers, those who speak and write in a language different from that of their parents.

I have written about the dispossessed, immigrants, the condition of women who do not enjoy the same legal rights as men, the Palestinians who are deprived of their land and condemned to exile.

It is through accepting other people in our own countries that we shall come to respect our neighbours and be respected in our turn.

I read a poem every night, as others read a prayer.

Most of those who died did not die of hunger but of hatred. Feeling hatred diminishes you. It eats at your from within and attacks the immune system. When you have hatred inside you, it always crushes you in the end.

I am glad to have found a readership, but one can’t write only what is likely to sell. A writer is not a shopkeeper. A writer creates an imaginary world that he transmits to others.