“Nothing makes sense, why should I?”

“Only then did I realise that for me, and many others, Israel was virtual. For Murad, Israel was 'home.' Israel was a reality; a harsh reality.”

“Fucker, I though to myself. So irritated by a stare!I wonder what your reaction would have been if you had lived under occupation for as many years as I had, or if your shopping rights, like all of your other rights, were violated day and night, or if the olive trees in your grandfather's orchards had been uprooted, or if your village had been bulldozed, or if your house had been demolished, or if your sister could not reach her school, or if your brother had been given three life sentences, or if your mother had given birth at a checkpoint, or if you had stood in a line for days in the hot August summers waiting for your work permit, or if you could not reach your beloved ones in Arab East Jerusalem....A stare, and you lose your mind!”

“A thousand times a coward and not once a dead man”

“The world doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?”

“I should have added,' he continues, clearing his throat, 'that nothing the Prophet says makes any sense.”

“None of this makes any sense.""I'm beginning to think I should make that the title of my autobiography.”