“The poem is in my hands, and can run stories through her hands.”
— Mahmoud Darwish“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.”
— Mahmoud Darwish“Far away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.”
— Mahmoud Darwish“Don’t say that poetry, my friend, is beautifulor powerfulfor there is no powerful or beautiful poetryThere is poetry that strikes you, secretlywith the diseases of writing and schizophrenia, and you raveand your self leaves you for another”
— Mahmoud Darwish