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

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.

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.

Every beautiful poem is an act of resistance.

Life is a battle of wits between you and the circumstances. Make them, don't let them make you.

Hope is independent of the apparatus of logic.

There is a kind of perverse unity forming among us, born, I think, of the discontent of all classes of people with the endless frustration of life.

The effect of standing before God by welcoming him before us will be the transformation of our entire life.

Cloud computing is a great euphemism for centralization of computer services under one server.

I did a club one night - the speakers were old as hell. My jokes were coming out in black and white.

Artists need support, time and money to develop their ideas, and if people rip stuff off, you don't have to be that brilliant to figure out that you're ultimately going to affect the end product.

Is any blogger out there saying anything—do they deserve First Amendment protection? These are the issues of our times.

The most satisfying thing in my life and my career is to work with my children.

Mules and human jackasses are proverbially stubborn.