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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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No child on earth was ever meant to be ordinary, and you can see it in them, and they know it, too, but then the times get to them, and the wear out their brains learning what folks expect, and spend their strength trying to rise over those same folks.
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Silence is not our heritage but our destiny we live where we want to live.
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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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The universe is illusion merely, not one speck of it real, and we are not only its victims, falling always into or smashed by a planet slung by the sun-but also its captives, bound by the mineral-made ropes of our senses.
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I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again.
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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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Unless all ages and races of men have been deluded by the same mass hypnotist (who?), there seems to be such a thing as beauty, a grace wholly gratuitous.
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What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?
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The creative process obtains in all creative acts. So if I'm painting suddenly I'll see something that I didn't see before.
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When you write, you lay out a line of words. The line of words is a miner's pick, a wood carver's gouge, a surgeon's probe. You wield it, and it digs a path you follow. Soon you find yourself deep in new territory. Is it a dead end, or have you located the real subject? You will know tomorrow, or this time next year.
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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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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Unfortunately, nature is very much a now-you-see-it, now-you-don't affair. A fish flashes, then dissolves in the water before my eyes like so much salt. Deer apparently ascend bodily into heaven the brightest oriole fades into leaves.
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I couldn't unpeach the peaches.
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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 know only enough of God to want to worship him, by any means ready to hand.
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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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Cruelty is a mystery, and the waste of pain. But if we describe a word to compass these things, a world that is a long, brute game, then we bump against another mystery: the inrush of power and delight, the canary that sings on the skull.
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We wake, if ever at all, to mystery.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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