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.
ANNIE DILLARDThe universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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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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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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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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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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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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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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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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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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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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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