I always see my wife as the clever one, as the wise one in the family.

Here I am, a Palestinian Arab who only knows how to write in Hebrew, stuck in central Illinois.

I very much hope that when my wife reads my writings so she reads it as if she is a character and not the real one. Sometimes she takes it too personally.

I'm not sure that I recovered, but I also know that I cannot afford going back yet. I see how much the kids are happier, I guess, here and I think that they might have a better future not hiding.

Christmas is relentless. It's around the clock. I sit with my little ones in front of the TV screen, and we watch movie after movie after movie.

Sometimes I wonder if there is any hope left for an Israeli-Palestinian discourse that is built on equality and liberty rather than a fruitless discourse of master and servant.

Israeli independence - what we Arabs call al-Naqba, 'The Catastrophe' - it created Palestinian identity more than anything else.

Thanksgiving is the only day of the year when most of the stores here are closed during the day and reopen after midnight. Even restaurants shut down for the holiday, except for the fast-food chains.

I'm always sad when Dad doesn't like my columns. He waits for them every week and usually likes them, in which case he doesn't say a word - it's only if he's critical that he bothers to call.

Somehow, since I became a family, every minute in which I am alone and not listening to two kids screaming in stereo feels like a vacation.

What you call 'contradiction' I call 'complement'.

Labour-saving devices just make us try to cram more pointless activities into each day, rather than doing the important thing, which is to enjoy our life.

We can be human only together. A person is a person to other persons.

An alleged scientific discovery has no merit unless it can be explained to a barmaid.

We live in a world of denial, and we don't know what the truth is anymore.

Man must have fires in his life: Fire of love; fire of work; fire of doing kindness... Without fires, man is just a cold rock!

Rich people are almost always excellent promoters. They can are willing to promote their products, their services, and their ideas with passion and enthusiasm.

I don't know what other people are doing - I just know about me.

The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him.