Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
ANNIE DILLARDBooks swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
ANNIE DILLARDWherever 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.
ANNIE DILLARDThere 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.
ANNIE DILLARDI 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.
ANNIE DILLARDEvery live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
ANNIE DILLARDWrite about winter in the summer.
ANNIE DILLARDThese are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
ANNIE DILLARDWhat a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
ANNIE DILLARDNature is, above all, profligate.
ANNIE DILLARDI 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.
ANNIE DILLARDCaring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
ANNIE DILLARDSpend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
ANNIE DILLARDThe universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
ANNIE DILLARDI wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
ANNIE DILLARDNothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
ANNIE DILLARDOur life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
ANNIE DILLARD