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.
ANNIE DILLARDI would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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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The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
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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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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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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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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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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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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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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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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These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
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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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Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all its stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home.
ANNIE DILLARD