We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

I Want To Find A Language That Transforms Language Itself Into Steel For The Spirit--a Language To Use Against These Sparkling Insects, These Jets.

And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will Rise From My Darkness.

I Am Patient And Am Waiting For A Profound Revolution In The Consciousness Of The Israelis. The Arabs Are Ready To Accept A Strong Israel With Nuclear Arms - All It Has To Do Is Open The Gates Of Its Fortress And Make Peace.

The Palestinians Are The Only Nation In The World That Feels With Certainty That Today Is Better Than What The Days Ahead Will Hold. Tomorrow Always Heralds A Worse Situation.

I See What I Want Of Love... I See Horses Making The Meadow Dance, Fifty Guitars Sighing, And A Swarm Of Bees Suckling The Wild Berries, And I Close My Eyes Until I See Our Shadow Behind This Dispossessed Place... I See What I Want Of People: Their Desire To Long For Anything, Their Lateness In Getting To Work And Their Hurry To Return To Their Folk... And Their Need To Say: Good Morning.