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.
ANNIE DILLARDMake connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.
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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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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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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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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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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I break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive.
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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 live in all we seek.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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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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