“I was wondering if there was a kind of man who could resist all this, or would he stand up to this stage.”

“As I walked beside her, I was sinking into desire, and I was remembering, like a drunkard, all the stories about Library Street, about the long poet’s stairway where the activists of the First Intifada exchanged secret publications and hid the statements of the Unified Leadership of the Intifada. And here I am walking near it, avoiding looking, even though it is today a colorful pet that is only suitable for lovers’ meetings or seekers of pleasure and forbidden things.”

“I felt that all the pleasures of the world and its desires were gathering to settle in my body, and Shakira was calling them one by one.”

“‘Ramallah Blond’ is the novel that makes you stand in a high place to look at reality, not to move away from the event but to stay close to yourself that makes everything. It is the meeting of will with impotence at a time when the other stranger imposes his way of evading morality so that it becomes worthless. When a person becomes detached from his constants, he takes lightly doing any shameful act, and he cannot accomplish any work because he is lost, he loses the ability to create, and as a result, to resist and rise. Here the occupier achieves his goals in spreading the spirit of impotence through a wicked art called distraction.”