Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
ANNIE DILLARDOne 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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We live in all we seek.
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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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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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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’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.
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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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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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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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I break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive.
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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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Wherever 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.
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