Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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 sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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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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We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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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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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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These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
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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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Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
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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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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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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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