Quotes from Dunya Mikhail

I thank everyone I don't love. They don't cause me heartache they don't make me write long letters they don't disturb my dreams I don't await them anxiously I don't read their horoscopes in magazines I don't dial their numbers I don't think of them. I thank them a lot they don't turn my life upside down.

Nothing Here is Enough" I need a parrot, identical days, a quantity of needles, and artificial ink to make history. I need veiled eyelids, black lines, and ruined puppets to make geography. I need a sky wider than longing, and water that is not H2O to make wings. The days are no longer enough to distinguish the missing. I no longer see you because I no longer dream. I offer a tear to the rain as if scattering you in the Dead Sea, and in order to sing you, I need glass to muffle the sound.

and then I knew that only the dreams of a stone don't become cracked and only the heart of a stone endures.

I still feel that poetry is not medicine — it's an X-ray. It helps you see the wound and understand it.

Trees don't ask why they don't move from place to place, nor do they ask any other meaningless questions. But their branches tremble when the birds leave them,

All of us are autumn leaves, ready to fall at any time.

Their hands tore her body into halves, like two countries at war, the dividing line on inferno and dead people.

Her dress exploded, the flowers scattered in the air, the colours popped up high like fireworks in a celebration, but: no sound could be heard, no sound...

In the Arab world, censorship follows speech. In America, censorship precedes speech.

If the world were flat like a magic carpet, our sorrow would have a beginning and an end. If the world were square, we would lie low in a corner when the war plays "hide and seek." If the world were round, our dreams would take turns on the ferris wheel, and we would be equal.

If the world were flat, like a flying carpet, our sorrow would have a beginning and an end. If the world were square, we'd lie low in a corner whenever the war plays hide and seek. If the world were round, our dreams would take turns on the Ferris wheel, and we'd all be equal.