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Annie Dillard
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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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Pittsburg
Pennsylvania
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The world is wider in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain and Lazarus.
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The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.
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Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly.
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I still try to keep my eyes open. I'm always on the lookout for antlion traps in sandy soil, monarch pupae near milkweed, skipper larvae in locust leaves. These things are utterly common, and I've not seen one
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The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail.
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Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice, God's speaking from the whirlwind, nature's old song, and dance.
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I couldn't unpeach the peaches.
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Silence is not our heritage but our destiny we live where we want to live.
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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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I had hopes for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface and exit through it.
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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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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 are here to witness. There is nothing else to do with those mute materials we do not need. Until Larry teaches his stone to talk, until God changes his mind, or until the pagan gods slip back to their hilltop groves, all we can do with the whole inhuman array is watch it.
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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 can't dance anymore. Total knee replacements. I can't do anything anymore.
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No one can help you if you're stuck in a work. Only you can figure a way out, because only you can see the work's possibilities.
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There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world lit or unlit as the light allows. When the candle is burning, who looks at the wick? When the candle is out, who needs it?
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We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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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. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book, give it, give it all, give it now.
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I saw in a blue haze all the world poured flat and pale between the mountains
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