Chaim Potok Quotes

It was no joy waking up after a dream about that man. He left a taste of thunder in my mouth.

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.

The silence became unreal and seemed suddenly filled with a noise of its own, the noise of a too long silence.

It is strange how ideas can float about and be ignored until they are put into a book. A book can be a weapon...

Perhaps. But it is childish to think of what might have been.

An artist has got to get acquainted with himself just as much as he can. It is no easy job, for it is not a present-day habit of humanity.

An artist is a person first.

Have thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!Thou art the Potter and I am the clay.

> Why does everything that lives have to die?< So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is yours forever, is never precious.

I walked the streets and tasted the golden sun that lay across the city.