You know the most common phrase in the movies is 'let's get out of here?
I loved the abandoned subway stations, rushing past the darkened platforms, the sprawl of graffiti like old letters. Letters left by ghosts.
My father, a Palestinian, and my mother, an Israeli, met in a bar in New York. Their encounter was a blue shift. An anomaly. A collision. In the end, I understand, it is only for this we live. All I e...
I was born walking, born in the nowhere between galaxies.
Through my sudden tears, the train lights smeared like shooting stars. Lying before the rippling blue window, below the slurred lights of the world above, it was as if we were underwater.
I asked the boy who wept what it felt like, crystal meth, the prettiest name for a drug besides heroin. Crystal methamphetamine. His head fell back. He closed his eyes, then opened them. 'Come on, you...
Like hunting for a dead beloved's face among the living, in places, we find the place we loved before.
We would survive even ourselves, as long as we were together.
There is no moon. The stars have risen and fallen and given way to a new spread, to the smeared heart of our Milky Way.
I don't think I'm from this galaxy at all. I believe I came from the Andromeda galaxy, not so far, but far enough. Maybe that's why I'm an outcast.' He drew the spiral of Andromeda close to the Milky...
You and I, your mother, Ahlam, we are from up there,' my father continued. 'We come from the stunning stars. We were just born in the wrong place. We were meant to live on another planet. The people w...
This is it. This is how I always saw heaven, always by the sea, always by night, always in the dark.
For those I come from, there is nothing more devouring than the feeling of want for home, the feeling of need for home. We are all waiting for a form of transport, a ship, a saucer to carry us out of...
I saw Sonora before me, so otherworldly, so desolate, some cast-out mistress on the pale blue planet, and longed suddenly to stay.
Look at the lonely fisherman,' my father says.'Look at his view,' my mother says.
My father insisted I eat red meat. 'You'll lose your brain without food,' he said. A meal to him without beef was starvation.
New York was always so beautiful in the very crux of parting with it.
Her father kneels and unclasps the urn. Above the waves she falls graceful as snow, my sister, my Sonora.
Find someone who loves you more than you love them.
When you are rich, your past disappears. You get everything you want when you want it . . . Everyone wants to know you. Everyone wants to be your friend.
