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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

Annie Dillard

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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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Skin was earth it was soil. I could see, even on my own skin, the joined trapezoids of dust specks God had wetted and stuck with his spit the morning he made Adam from dirt. Now, all these generations later, we people could still see on our skin the inherited prints of the dust specks of Eden.
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We wake, if we ever wake at all, to mystery, rumors of death, beauty, violence.
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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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Adverbs are a sign that you've used the wrong verb.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring.
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I work mornings only. I go out to lunch. Afternoons I play with the baby, walk with my husband, or shovel mail.
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The interior life is often stupid.
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Writers serve as the memory of a people. They chew over our public past.
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I noticed this process of waking, and predicted with terrifying logic that one of these years not far away I would be awake continuously and never slip back, and never be free of myself again.
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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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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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Then why did you tell me?
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