Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
ANNIE DILLARDThe real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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You can’t test courage cautiously.
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We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as a dying friend. I hold its hand and hope it will get better.
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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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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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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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 wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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We live in all we seek.
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