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Make connections let rip and dance where you can.

Annie Dillard

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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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Essayist
Novelist
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University Teacher
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Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
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Dance
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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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if you stay still, earth buries you, ready or not.
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I can't dance anymore. Total knee replacements. I can't do anything anymore.
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We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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What is a house but a bigger skin, and a neighborhood map but the world's skin ever expanding?
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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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An Inuit hunter asked the local missionary priest: If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell? No, said the priest, not if you did not know. Then why, asked the Inuit earnestly, did you tell me?
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The dear, stupid body is as easily satisfied as a spaniel.
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Write as if you are dying.
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Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.
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The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring. It is the sensation of a stunt pilot's turning barrel rolls, or an inchworm's blind rearing from a stem in search of a route. At its worst, it feels like alligator wrestling, at the level of the sentence.
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Our life seems cursed to be a wiggle merely, and a wandering without end.
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I would like to live. . . open to time and death painlessly, noticing everything, remembering nothing, choosing the given with a fierce and pointed will.
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The universe that suckled us is a monster that does not care if we live or die--it does not care if it itself grinds to a halt. It is a beast running on chance and death, careening from nowhere to nowhere. It is fixed and blind, a robot programmed to kill. We are free and seeing we can only try to outwit it at every turn to save our lives.
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