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.
ANNIE DILLARDIt was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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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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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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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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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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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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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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.
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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 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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