The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.

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.

If freedom is short of weapons, we must compensate with willpower.

Seriously, what would you prefer? To stand out from everyone else, or disappear in the crowd? Because I call the latter 'sheep.

But by far the greatest obstacle to the progress of science and to the undertaking of new tasks and provinces therein is found in this-that men despair and think things impossible.

And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine, "I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.

The game is meant to be fun.

Channel your outrage ... Do that which you are able to do.

What is it about us human beings that we can’t let go of lost things?

A one-time tax does not get figured into people's investment decisions.

Be aware of your own worth, use all of your power to achieve it. Create an ocean from a dewdrop. Do not beg for light from the moon, obtain it from the spark within you.