We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
ANNIE DILLARDArt is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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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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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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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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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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