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.
ANNIE DILLARDPeople 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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Nature’s silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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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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You can’t test courage cautiously.
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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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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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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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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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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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