I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn’t flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.
ANNIE DILLARDThe life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
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Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.
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I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.
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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.
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You can’t test courage cautiously.
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Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
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One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time…give it, give it all, give it now.
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The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
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Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
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Nature’s silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
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I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
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