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.
ANNIE DILLARDNature is, above all, profligate.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
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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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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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 sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you.
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We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.
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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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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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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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