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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.
Annie Dillard
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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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A schedule defends from chaos and whim. A net for catching days.
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I have since only rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it, for the moment when the mountains open and a new light roars in spate through the crack, and the mountains slam.
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The sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain. This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means that only the simplest animals perceive the universe as it is.
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The mind itself is an art object ... The mind is a blue guitar on which we improvise the song of the world.
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We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.
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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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I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too.
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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 answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
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People who read are not too lazy to turn on the television they prefer books.
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But enough is enough. One turns at last even from glory itself with a sigh of relief. From the depths of mystery, and even from the heights of splendor, we bounce back and hurry for the latitudes of home.
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Write about winter in the summer. Describe Norway as Ibsen did, from a desk in Italy describe Dublin as James Joyce did, from a desk in Paris. Willa Cather wrote her prairie novels in New York City Mark Twain wrote Huckleberry Finn in Hartford, Connecticut. Recently, scholars learned that Walt Whitman rarely left his room.
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We wake, if we ever wake at all, to mystery, rumors of death, beauty, violence.
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I'm a housewife: I spend far more time on housework than anything else.
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People who take photographs during their whole vacation won't remember their vacation. They'll only remember what photographs they took.
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The Pulitzer is more useful than meaningful.
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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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I don't know what it is about fecundity that so appalls. I suppose it is the teeming evidence that birth and growth, which we value, are ubiquitous and blind, that life itself is so astonishingly cheap, that nature is as careless as it is bountiful, and that with extravagance goes a crushing waste that will one day include our own cheap lives.
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Admire the world for never ending on you -- as you would an opponent, without taking your eyes away from him, or walking away.
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There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
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