An artist is a person first.
But today we become aware of other readings of the human experience very quickly because of the media and the speed with which people travel the planet.
Oh, it makes a difference, I thought. And if it doesn't make a difference you will make it make a difference.
Jestliže se chceš dotknout srdce nějakého člověka, musíš vidět jeho tvář. Do duše se nedostaneš telefonem.
He looked down at the books. There was a long silence. Then he raised his eyes and directed his gaze at Gershon, and Gershon did not look away. I will tell you, Loran what is of importance is not that...
As you grow older you will discover that the most important things that will happen to you will often come as a result of silly things, as you call them --ordinary things is a better expression. That...
I sat near a window in our little synagogue and looked out at the large church and wondered how a statue whose face was so full of love could be worshipped by someone whose heart was so full of hate.
Two people who are true friends are like two bodies with one soul
We have hurt you, yet you love us. We have exiled you, yet you are tied to us. Though He slay me, yet will I have faith in Him.
There are times when those who fear God make themselves very unpleasant as human beings.
Seeds must be sown everywhere. Only some will bear fruit. But there would not be the fruit from the few had the many not been sown
Now I stand on the knoll before the grave of Jacob Kahn, the cypress tall against the blue morning sky and the wind warm on my face. It is the only sense left me, I hear him say. There are colors in t...
Like the French frontier police who thought that some of Picasso’s Cubist drawings were plans of the country’s defenses.
I grew up encrusted with lead and spectrumed with crayons. My dearest companions were Eberhard and Crayola. Washing for meals was a cosmic enterprise.
How memory accordions time and places disparate moments next to one another like photographic slides on a tray!
God is merciful in what He sometimes lets us forget.
Gershon had never seen him so transformed, so possessed of open radiance, so easily moved by all around him, so hungry, so eager. The city was a woman, and he embraced it with all the tender and gentl...
Devorah told me, Our daughter is grown, and there were tears in her eyes.
You don't want to make mistakes with people. Sometimes when you make a mistake you lose a human soul.
The everyday was king. And the courtiers were popularization, superficiality, doubt, cynicism. The century was exhausted.