The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
ANNIE DILLARDI 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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 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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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn’t flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
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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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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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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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