In Damascus:poems become diaphanousThey’re neither sensualnor intellectualthey are what echo saysto echo . . .

And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.

Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.

I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.

A person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.

And I tell myself, a moon will rise from my darkness.

We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.

We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope.

If you live, live free or die like the trees, standing up.

Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.

People may do crazy things for love, but they will also do amazing things for money.

I was looking for the key for years But the door was always open

In order to keep an open mind, I am trying to avoid learning anything.

God does not measure everything by numbers or dimensions. He has another scale of values, according to which-asJesus Himself told us-one human soul is worth more than the entire universe.

Just so sure as one puts on any old rag, and thinks nobody will come, company is sure to call.

These were everyday sounds magnified by darkness. And darkness was nothing - it was not a substance, it was not a presence, it was no more than an absence of light.

Awwww, lame, we're not going to disneyworld. (said by the amazing talking dog, Total)

I don't think we're doing an adequate vetting process of those who are coming to our country.

As all entrepreneurs will say, "surround yourself with good people". That is the hardest thing : finding good people.

Madam, you have between your legs an instrument capable of giving pleasure to thousands and all you can do is scratch it.