Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the inside of the person who is seeing it.
The span of a man's life - that is nothing. But what a man makes of that span - that is something. A man must make his own meaning for life. Meaning … - Chaim Potok
The span of a man's life - that is nothing. But what a man makes of that span - that is something. A man must make his own meaning for life. Meaning …
- Chaim Potok
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 peopl… - Chaim Potok
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 peopl…
No one knows he is fortunate until he becomes unfortunate, that's the way the world is. - Chaim Potok
No one knows he is fortunate until he becomes unfortunate, that's the way the world is.
To the extent that I come from a deeply religious tradition and have been contending with those beginnings all of my life - that constitutes the subj… - Chaim Potok
To the extent that I come from a deeply religious tradition and have been contending with those beginnings all of my life - that constitutes the subj…
Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way. - Chaim Potok
Art is whether or not there is a scream in him wanting to get out in a special way.
Each generation thinks it fights new battles. But the battles are the same. Only the people are different. - Chaim Potok
Each generation thinks it fights new battles. But the battles are the same. Only the people are different.
Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the insi… - Chaim Potok
Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the insi…
I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain… - Chaim Potok
I looked at my right hand, the hand with which I painted. There was power in that hand. Power to create and destroy. Power to bring pleasure and pain…
Something that is yours forever is never precious - Chaim Potok
Something that is yours forever is never precious
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