Without Hope We Are Lost.

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

I See Poetry As Spiritual Medicine.

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.

And What I Don't Understand I Grasp It Only When It's Too Late.

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