Where Can I Free Myself

When A Writer Declares That His First Book Is His Best, That Is Bad. I Progress Successively From Book To Book.

We Suffer From An Incurable Malady: Hope.

If You Live, Live Free Or Die Like The Trees, Standing Up.

Far Away, Our Dreams Have Nothing To Do With What We Do. The Wind Carries The Night, And Passes On, Aimless.

Palestinian People Are In Love With Life.