I grew up in and identify with and that she works and exists in.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.
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.
Nothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they're evaporating.
And you became like coffee, in the deliciousness, and the bitterness, and the addiction.
A person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.
If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
If John Lennon is deported, I'm leaving too. . . with my musicians. . and my marijuana.
If I have any justification for having lived it's simply, I'm nothing but faults, failures and so on, but I have tried to make a good pair of shoes. There's some value in that.
My uncle, who was a little more flamboyant, always said the guy who dressed the best was Fred Astaire.
[M]ore than they wanted freedom, the Athenians wanted security. Yet they lost everything-security, comfort, and freedom. This was because they wanted not to give to society, but for society to give to them. The freedom they were seeking was freedom from responsibility. It is no wonder, then, that they ceased to be free. In the modern world, we should recall the Athenians' dire fate whenever we confront demands for increased state paternalism.