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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
Annie Dillard
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Annie Dillard
Age: 79
Born: 1945
Born: April 30
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The reader's ear must adjust down from loud life to the subtle, imaginary sounds of the written word. An ordinary reader picking up a book can't yet hear a thing it will take half an hour to pick up the writing's modulations, its ups and downs and louds and softs.
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Who and of what import were the men whose bones bulk the Great Wall, the thirty million Mao starved, or the thirty million children not yet five who die each year now? Why, they are the insignificant others, of course living or dead, they are just some of the plentiful others...And you? To what end were we billions of oddballs born?
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane in an awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even stones - maybe only the stones - understood.
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Are you living just a little and calling that life?
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Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine.
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For all the insularity of the old guard, Pittsburgh was always an open and democratic town.
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Beauty and grace are performed whether or not we sense them.
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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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Push it. examine all things intensely and relentlessly.
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What I call innocence is the spirit's unself-conscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object. It is at once a receptiveness and total concentration.
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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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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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At night I read and write, and things I have never understood become clear I reap the harvest of the rest of the year's planting
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The dear, stupid body is as easily satisfied as a spaniel.
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Our life seems cursed to be a wiggle merely, and a wandering without end.
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Dan Gerber is one of our finest living poets.
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You do what you do out of your private love of the thing itself.
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Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
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Time is the warp and matter the weft of the woven texture of beauty in space, and death is the hurling shuttle.
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