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 DILLARDI 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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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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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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There are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.
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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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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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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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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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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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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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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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.
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At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.
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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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