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My Name Is Asher Lev
by Chaim Potok
GOOD
"What do You want from me? I thought. I'm only a ten-year-old boy. Ten-year-old boys play in the streets; ten-year-old boys chase back and forth through the hallways of apartment houses; ten-year-old boys ride up and down elevators for afternoon entertainment; ten-year-old boys run after cars along New York Avenue. If You don't want me to use the gift, why did You give it to me? Or did it come to me from the Other Side? It was horrifying to think my gift may have been given to me by the source of evil and ugliness. How can evil and ugliness make a gift of beauty?" - 119
"'How should a father feel in such a matter, Asherel?' I did not know what to say, and so I said nothing. I had the impression I was not expected to respond. But how should I feel? I thought. Will he ask me how I feel? And why is it so dark outside?...
'Asherel, you have a gift. The gift cases you to think only of yourself and your own feelings. No one would care if these were normal times, Asherel.' ... When have times ever been normal for Jews? I thought." - 133
"Every great artist is a man who has freed himself from his family, his nation, his race. Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, ahs been a rebel, a 'universal' without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere." - 203
"It pleases me that you have chosen not to abandon things that are meaningful to to you. I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and fears. And my art... Asher Lev, sometimes I find your presence a little--upsetting. You carry with you too much of my own past. Come. Walk with me along the beach. We will look at your Hopper sunlight on the houses. You will contemplate God and I will contemplate futility." - 206
"What do You want from me? I thought. I'm only a ten-year-old boy. Ten-year-old boys play in the streets; ten-year-old boys chase back and forth through the hallways of apartment houses; ten-year-old boys ride up and down elevators for afternoon entertainment; ten-year-old boys run after cars along New York Avenue. If You don't want me to use the gift, why did You give it to me? Or did it come to me from the Other Side? It was horrifying to think my gift may have been given to me by the source of evil and ugliness. How can evil and ugliness make a gift of beauty?" - 119
"'How should a father feel in such a matter, Asherel?' I did not know what to say, and so I said nothing. I had the impression I was not expected to respond. But how should I feel? I thought. Will he ask me how I feel? And why is it so dark outside?...
'Asherel, you have a gift. The gift cases you to think only of yourself and your own feelings. No one would care if these were normal times, Asherel.' ... When have times ever been normal for Jews? I thought." - 133
"Every great artist is a man who has freed himself from his family, his nation, his race. Every man who has shown the world the way to beauty, to true culture, ahs been a rebel, a 'universal' without patriotism, without home, who has found his people everywhere." - 203
"It pleases me that you have chosen not to abandon things that are meaningful to to you. I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and fears. And my art... Asher Lev, sometimes I find your presence a little--upsetting. You carry with you too much of my own past. Come. Walk with me along the beach. We will look at your Hopper sunlight on the houses. You will contemplate God and I will contemplate futility." - 206