‘You’re the only one who knows me this much, even better than myself. You’ve seen my fear, you know all about my nightmares … where could I go?’

‘Her eyes were shut, her cheeks wet … The hair was falling on his knee and on the white sheet. His hands were trembling. “Just like Googoosh”, he whispered’

‘I watch it until it fills us all … until it becomes us and we become it, until it holds us and we hold it in dignity, in prayer, in meditation …’

‘The kids stare at me with empty eyes. They put their planks aside and approach me carefully, pointing their long sticks like machine guns’

Lured by the coquettish glances of an Eastern princess, William Dobson fell in love with the Orient and found his calling

‘Some hearts never return. Once they are removed, they are gone forever. Others leave echoes. Ask the children of Hama, of Homs, of Deir ez-Zhor’