We become like dead branches and last year's leaves and what the hell good are we for ourselves and the world in a mental ghetto.
The sadness grew within her until she seemed to exist only as a dark nimbus of melancholy, and even Max could no longer cheer her with his talk and his
No one knows he is fortunate until he becomes unfortunate, that's the way the world is.
I do not sculpt and paint to make the world sacred. I sculpt and paint to give permanence to my feelings about how terrible the world truly is. Nothing is real to me except my own feelings; nothing is...
I do not know what evil is when it comes to art. I only know what is good art and what is bad art.
I cannot have gone through what I went through and have lost what I lost if it’s all meaningless.
God killed my little sister. That’s right, Lev. A little girl, suddenly sick and dead. Everything He touches is destroyed. Casagemas, Apollinaire, Eva, Max Jacob. How do you worship Him, Lev? He’s the...
Asher Lev, an artist is a person first. He is an individual. If there is no person, there is no artist.
And then I was crying too, crying with Danny, silently, for his pain and for the years of his suffering, knowing that I loved him, and not knowing whether I hated or loved the long, anguished years of...
A person has to have a reason for living, and the best reason is another person. Together they can make a plan for their lives.
You can do anything you want to do. What is rare is this actual wanting to do a specific thing: wanting it so much that you are practically blind to all other things, that nothing else will satisfy yo...
We live less than the time it takes to blink an eye, if we measure our lives against eternity...a blink of an eye in itself is nothing. But the eye that blinks, that is something. A span of life is no...
Truth has to be given in riddles. People can't take truth if it comes charging at them like a bull. The bull is always killed. You have to give people the truth in a riddle, hide it so they go looking...
There is never an end to our work. It is not given to us to complete it. Who completes his work? That is the way of the world, Asher. Only the Master of the Universe completed His work. And it is said...
Surely all art is the result of having been in danger, of having gone through an experience all the way to the end, to where no one can go any further. RAINER MARIA RILKE
Obstacles are given us in order to make our desire even stronger. The more a thing is hidden from man, the more he desires it, and the greater the chance he will one day discover it.
I’ve never known of a serious artist who was happy. Except maybe Rubens.
It was then that it came, though I think it had been coming for a long time and I had been choking it and hoping it would die. But it does not die. It kills you first. I knew there would be no other w...
If there were not anxiety behind those apples, Cézanne would not interest me any more than Bouguereau.
If everybody who had brains and doubts left Orthodoxy, we would be in a great deal of trouble.