savorwith methe lushnessof a lingering sleep...and last night’sdream.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswill never freezeand some things will only... live in poems.

...so i will greet youin a wayall loved thingsare meant to be greetedwith a tear in my heartand a poem in my eye.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too, have been bruised...by beauty.

because some thingssometimesaren't ours to hold, but just beautiful to listen to.

i'm glad to be alive in a world wherehis gently awakening eyesnourish the morning sun.

and the afterglow...of your gaze...is the onlysweater that I need.

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.

India lends itself well to fictionalization, but ultimately, it all depends on the writer's imagination.

Here in the United States, our profession is much maligned, people simply don't trust or like journalists anymore and that's sad.

I know that some actors and directors like to have intensity on set. I don't, particularly. Certainly, if they want that, that's fine, but I can't work like that.

One of the things that has always motivated me to write is the desire to get it out and look at it in an objective way, so that it doesn't cause me any serious pain by staying inside.

I started out doing covers.

It's hard to find things that won't sell online.

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

Our past has gone into history.

Frederick Nietzsche was important to me, in teaching that it's okay to strive to improve the human being.