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 DILLARDYou’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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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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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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There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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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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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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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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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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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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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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