Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
Palestinian people are in love with life.
The metaphor for Palestine is stronger than the Palestine of reality.
Sometimes I feel as if I am read before I write. When I write a poem about my mother, Palestinians think my mother is a symbol for Palestine. But I write as a poet, and my mother is my mother. She's not a symbol.
Nothing, nothing justifies terrorism.