Without Hope We Are Lost.

Life Defined Only As The Opposite Of Death Is Not Life.

My Homeland Is Not A Suitcase, And I Am No Traveller

Every Beautiful Poem Is An Act Of Resistance.

If The Olive Trees Knew The Hands That Planted Them, Their Oil Would Become Tears.

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.