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“Occupation, curfew, settlements, closed military zone, administrative detention, siege, preventive strike, terrorist infrastructure, transfer. Their WAR destroys language. Speaks genocide with the words of a quiet technician. Occupation means that you cannot trust the OPEN SKY, or any open street near to the gates of snipers tower. It means that you cannot trust the future or have faith that the past will always be there. Occupation means you live out your live under military rule, and the constant threat of death, a quick death from a snipers bullet or a rocket attack from an M16. A crushing, suffocating death, a slow bleeding death in an ambulance stopped for hours at a checkpoint. A dark death, at a torture table in an Israeli prison: just a random arbitrary death. A cold calculated death: from a curable disease. A thousand small deaths while you watch your family dying around you. Occupation means that every day you die, and the world watches in silence. As if your death was nothing, as if you were a stone falling in the earth, water falling over water. And if you face all of this death and indifference and keep your humanity, and your love and your dignity and YOU refuse to surrender to their terror, then you know something of the courage that is Palestine.”

“Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others - my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.”

“In many cases, it was the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that fell for her man.”

“In some cases, it is the woman’s stomach—not her heart—that has left her man for another.”

“Education is not merely meant for you to write and pass exams, get a good job and a good spouse, and settle down for survival.”

“We all have our unique careers that differ from one another, but the fact is that we must become "teachers and learners" at the end of it all! By the "learning career", we know what other people know; by the "teaching career", we make other people to know what we know!”

“Any government that places profit before people is pure evil.”

“It fucking matters. What I do, our kind, signal technicians—it descends straight from you guys.” “Our kind?” She tried to say it without sharing the classified parts. “The kind with blasted headphones and little cold rooms?” “Yeah, them. You. Want to know the first thing I did, coming to England? I went to Bletchley Park. Because it’s Mecca to people like us. BP and all the outstations like the one you’re at. The Greatest Generation, all these girls like you sitting in little cold rooms with your headphones on. I saw that display, the Bakelite headphones and wireless receivers and what you managed to do with them, and I felt like I was in goddamn church.”

“job (noun): the work that we do to secure the means of survival and – in some cases – a spring of satisfaction and delight; more often, a useful tool that we have in our possession in order to distract ourselves from potential alarming thoughts and to release us from the boredom of inactivity. Furthermore, a source that finances our leisure time so that this can effectively continue the important task of distraction.”

“Mocniej przywarł do jej kolan - czuła przy sobie jego pierś,która opadała i wznosiła się w rytm przyspieszonego oddechu. A później jeszcze bardziej przybliżył się do jej twarzy. Jego oddech i usta spoczęły na mokrym policzku. Powoli scałowywał jej łzy. Najpierw delikatnie, łagodnie, ale z każdą minutą obsypywał ją pocałunkami coraz zachłanniej, namiętniej. Oddała się tej pieszczocie bez reszty, a wtedy ujął jej twarz w obie dłonie a na wargach poczuła jego miękkie ciepło. Całował ją zapamiętale, niemal boleśnie, jakby zaraz świat miał się skończyć, jakby za moment wszystko miało zmienić się w proch. Nieznane dotąd zniecierpliwienie wypełniło jej drobne ciało.”

“An enlightened man had but one duty--to seek the way to himself, to reach inner certainty, to grope his way forward, no matter where it led. The realization shook me profoundly, it was the fruit of this experience. I had often speculated with images of the future, dreamed of roles that I might be assigned, perhaps as poet or prophet or painter, or something similar. All that was futile. I did not exist to write poems, to preach or to paint, neither I nor anyone else. All of that was incidental. Each man had only one genuine vocation--to find the way to himself. He might end up as poet or madman, as prophet or criminal--that was not his affair, ultimately it was of no concern. His task was to discover his own destiny--not an arbitrary one--and live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one's own inwardness.”

“DIGNITY OF LABOR indicates that all types of jobs are respected equally, and no occupation is considered superior. Though one’s occupation for his or her livelihood involves physical work or menial labour, it is held that the job carries dignity, compared to the jobs that involve more intellect than body.”

“. . . published the Road Map to Peace. The premise of this plan, as the Palestinian historians Samih Farsoun and Naseer Aruri point out, "is that the nearly forty-year-old impasse is not caused by an abnormal and illegal occupation but by the Palestinian resistance to that occupation. Progress was thus linked to ending the intifada and all acts of resistance rather than ending the occupation or reversing decades of colonial impoverishment of land, resource, and institutions.”

“What draws me to Palestine, then, is neither nationalism not patriotism, but my sense of justice, my refusal to remain silent in the face of injustice, my unwillingness to just go on living my life -- and enjoying the privileges of a tenured university professor – while trying to block out and ignore what Wordsworth once called the still, sad music of humanity.”

“When next this [Gaza war] happens (and it will happen, again and again, because a people remain under occupation and because the relative compelling powers of both revenge and consequence warp beyond recognition once one has been made to bury their child), this same framing can always be used. The barbarians instigate and the civilized are forced to respond. The starting point of history can always be shifted, such that one side is always instigating, the other always justified in response.”

“У Франції нацистам вистачило півтори тисячі своїх людей. Вони були такі впевнені в надійності французької поліції та військових підрозділів, що, окрім адміністративного штату, призначили лишень 6 тисяч осіб німецької цивільної та військової поліції, щоб забезпечувати покору 35-мільйонної країни.”

“Don’t only think of which job to get and live on. Think about which problem to solve and the jobs will keep suggesting themselves.”

“Він намагався виправити все заподіяне, просив пробачення і спокутував провину, жертвуючи собою заради неї. На мить вона побачила чоловіка, яким він був раніше, — поета, у якого закохалася її мати. Та людина, якою він був до війни, могла б знайти слова, аби склеїти їхнє зруйноване минуле. Але тієї людини вже не існувало. Він надто багато втратив і багато від чого відмовився. Лише в такий спосіб він міг сказати, що любить її. — Тільки не так, — прошепотіла вона. — Іншого виходу немає. Пробач мені, — мовив він ніжно. [...] Її батька вивели надвір — на залиту яскравим вранішнім сонцем площу, де вже чекала розстрільна команда з гвинтівками напоготові. [...] — У нас зовсім не було часу, — прошепотіла вона, відчуваючи, як по щоках течуть сльози. Скільки разів вона уявляла, як вона й тато, як усі вони починають усе спочатку? Після війни Ізабель, В’янн і батько могли б знову навчитися сміятись і бути родиною. Але цього ніколи не станеться. Вона ніколи не пізнає батька, ніколи не відчує тепла його рук, ніколи не засне на дивані поруч із ним, ніколи не скаже йому все, що хотіла. Вони ніколи не будуть разом, як обіцяла мама. — Тату, — мовила вона. Раптом це слово набуло величезного значення. Перетворилося на нездійснену мрію. Він повернувся обличчям до розстрільної команди й розправив плечі. Чоловік відкинув пасма волосся з очей, у яких не було жодної сльози. Їхні погляди зустрілися. Вона міцно стиснула ґрати. — Я люблю тебе, — сказав він. Постріли [385—86].”

“Post-apocalyptic world will never unfold like in the movies, the post-apocalyptic world already exists, may be not for you, as you're born on the lucky side of privilege - but that world of drought, flood, famine, plague and persecution already exists - ten steps from the door of the privileged.”

“The biggest practical decisions for a man to make in his life are twofold: first, whom to marry, if anyone at all, and secondly, what work to do for a living. Marriage ties a man to the finite world of mortgages, overstuffed furniture, doctor bills, college savings plan for children, and the worries of how to support a wife once a man no longer feels capable of working every day. If a man chooses not to marry, his life probably will be less rich emotionally, but his occupational choice is less crucial since he can fritter about through life. In contrast, a man whom wishes to marry has a limited opportunity to pick an occupation, before he casts his future in concrete boots. Once a man marries, the possibility of changing careers grows remote. The importance of remaining at a dependable job to ensure financial support for his growing entourage will trump any unhappiness that he feels in his occupation.”

“When I was nineteen years old, I was babysitting a little five-year-old girl. She kept drawing picture after picture, and as I saw there watching her draw, I asked, "Do you want to be an artist when you grow up?" "What do you mean?" "An artist," I replied. "Is that what you want to be when you grow up?" She looked at me, confused, and said, "But I already am an artist." She was right. She didn't need to wait to grow up in order to be an artist. She already was one. Childhood is not a rehearsal for life; childhood is life and children are already whole people.”

“The density of your destiny is the product of the mass of your visions and the volume your impacts occupy!”