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 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.

At 21, I discovered repression and injustice. The army would shoot students with real bullets.

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

The power of the word in Morocco belonged to men and to the authorities. No one asked the point of view of poor people or women.

In the 70s I was in exile; every time I went back I wondered if they'd take my passport away.

Be vigilant, for nothing one achieves lasts forever.