Art Begins . . . When Someone

You Have To Want To Listen To It, And Then You Can Hear It. It Has A Strange, Beautiful Texture. It Doesn't Always Talk. Sometimes-sometimes It Cries, And You Can Hear The Pain Of The World In It. It Hurts To Listen To It Then. But You Have To.

Something That Is Yours Forever Is Never Precious

Two People Who Are True Friends Are Like Two Bodies With One Soul

My Name Is Asher Lev... I Am A Traitor, An Apostate, A Self-hater, An Inflicter Of Shame Upon My Family, My Friends, My People; Also, I Am A Mocker Of Ideas Sacred To Christians, A Blasphemous Manipulator Of Modes And Forms Revered By Gentiles For Two Thousand Years.

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. Power To Amuse And Horrify. There Was In That Hand The Demonic And The Divine At One And The Same Time. The Demonic And The Divine Were Two Aspects Of The Same Force. Creation Was Demonic And Divine. Creativity Was Demonic And Divine. I Was Demonic And Divine.