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Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time.

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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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When I teach, I preach. I thump the Bible. I exhort my students morally. I talk to them about the dedicated life.
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The more you read, the more you will write. The better the stuff you read, the better the stuff you will write.
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I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you.
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The silence is all there is. It is the alpha and the omega, it is God's brooding over the face of the waters it is the blinded note of the ten thousand things, the whine of wings. You take a step in the right direction to pray to this silence, and even to address the prayer to World. Distinctions blur. Quit your tents. Pray without ceasing.
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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Our life seems cursed to be a wiggle merely, and a wandering without end.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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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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No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed, for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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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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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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You do what you do out of your private love of the thing itself.
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What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?
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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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Cruelty is a mystery, and a waste of pain.
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