There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
ANNIE DILLARDCaring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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 here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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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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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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Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
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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 think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you.
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Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand – that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us.
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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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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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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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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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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