"Have I had two roads, I would have chosen their third."

"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."

"The days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives."

"My love, I fear the silence of your hands."

"We are captives, even if our wheat grows over the fences/ and swallows rise from our broken chains./ We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are."

"The stars had only one task: they taught me how to read. They taught me I had a language in heaven and another language on earth."

"Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless."

"Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?"

"And if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal. Enter into the happiness, and burst."

"I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood So that I could break the rule I learnt all the words and broke them up To make a single word: Homeland.."

"She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it."

"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."

"We suffer from an incurable malady: Hope."

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

"Life defined only as the opposite of death is not life."

"One day, I will be a poet. Water will depend on my visions."

"I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold"

"And you became like the coffee, In the deliciousness, and the bitterness and the addiction."

"... For me it is essential, essential for the poet to have a new toast, new songs."

"We journey towards a home that does not halo our head with a special sun. Mythical women applaud us. A sea for us, a sea against us."

"We Do as the ascendants to GOD ; the prisoners and the unemployeds Do , we Forget the Pain & Raise Hope ~"

"I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home."

"If there must be a moon, let it be high, a high moon made in Baghdad, neither Arab, nor Persian, nor claimed by the goddesses all around us."

"I know who opens the door to the jasmine tree as it makes our dreams blossom for the evening's guests."

"Please take your time. I want you to kill me slowly so I can write my last poem to my wife's heart. They laughed, and took from me only the words dedicated to my wife's heart."

"I prepare my portrait for my woman to hang on a wall when I die. she says: Is there a wall to hang it on? I say: We'll build a room for it. Where? In any house."

"May poetry and God's name have mercy on us!"

"In a world that has no heaven the earth becomes an abyss. And the poem is one of its consolation prizes. One of the qualities of the winds, north or south"

"He says I am from there, I am from here, but I am neither there nor here. I have two names which meet and part… I have two languages, but I have long forgotten— which is the language of my dreams"

"A poet need not trouble himself if he lies. He lies only in the matter of love, as the regions of the heart are open to tempting conquest."

"I leave the other side of my life where it wants to stay, and follow the remainder of my life in search of the other side of it."

"So let there be prose. There must be a divine prose for the Prophet to triumph"

"The poem is neither here nor there, and with a girl's breast it can illuminate the nights. With the glow of an apple it fills two bodies with light and with a gardenia's breath it can revive a homeland!"

"No one has arrived. Leave me there as you would leave a myth with any person who sees you until he cries and rushes into himself, afraid of happiness."

"I'll search in mythology and archeology and in every -ology to my old name. one of the goddesses of Canaan will side with me, then swear with a flash of lightning. This is my orphan son"

"This peace will leave us as a cluster of dust..."

"Words are a homeland."

"Perhaps death is a metaphor to remind us of a secret of life we failed to notice."

"Where can I write my latest account of the body's incarnation? It's the end of what was bound to end! Where is that which ends? Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?"

"Had I known you, I would have possessed you, and had you known me, you would have possessed me. But then you and I would not be."

"I am here. Anything more than that is rumor and slander"

"In Damascus: the traveler sings to himself: I return from Syria neither alive nor dead but as clouds that ease the butterfly’s burden from my fugitive soul"

"The long road has drained me of all feelings and expectations. I don’t feel a thing or expect anything now."

"No night is long enough for us to dream twice."