Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
ANNIE DILLARDYou search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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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 sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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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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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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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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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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