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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.

Annie Dillard

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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Faint Life Mystery Surface
Nature is, above all, profligate.
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Nature One Liner
The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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Dedicate Giving Heart Life Live Worth
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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Beam Cause Inspirational Light Myself Path Practice See Try Wave
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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Giving Lose Play Time Writing
The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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Pronounce Quite Sea Whisper
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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Grasp Necessary Obedient Passion Thinking
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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Inspirational Live Spend Time
Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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Art Traffic Traning
Write about winter in the summer.
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Summer Winter Writing
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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According Away Believe Book Light Swept
The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
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Answer Beauty Grace Performance Sense Thinking Try
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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Ansore Beauty Giant Home Mountain Spirit Throw Trekking
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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Empty Listen Mountain Ready Wait Wood Yourself
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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Giving Lose Play Shoot Writing
Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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Connection Dance Enjoyment Life

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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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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