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 DILLARDBooks swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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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 is, above all, profligate.
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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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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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We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
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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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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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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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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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You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.
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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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We live in all we seek.
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