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 DILLARDOne 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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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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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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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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We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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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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 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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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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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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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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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and 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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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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