“What can an artist use but materials, such as they are? What can he light but the short string of his gut,… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
How can people think that artists seek a name? There is no such thing as an artist - only the world, lit… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
How can people think that artists seek a name? A name, like a face, is something you have when you're not alone.… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“As symbol, or as the structuring of symbols, art can render intelligible -- or at least visible, at least discussible -- those… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Fiction keeps its audience by retaining the world as its subject matter. People like the world. Many people actually prefer it to… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Evidently, a given object took no particular amount of time to draw; instead the artist took the time, or didn’t take it,… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as an artist - only the world, lit or unlit, as the world allows. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world lit or unlit as the light allows. When the… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The mind itself is an art object. It is a Mondrian canvas onto whose homemade grids it fits its own preselected products.… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Our interpreting the universe as an artifact absolutely requires that we posit an author for it, or a celestial fimmaker, dramatist, painter,… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Nothing rose to plug the gap, to address what some called “ultimate concerns,” unless you count the arts, the arts that lacked… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The mind itself is an art object ... The mind is a blue guitar on which we improvise the song of the world. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I like to be aware of a book as a piece of writing, and aware of its structure as a product of… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“This is a spendthrift economy; though nothing is lost, all is spent.” — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too-plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious - the… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“...The mockingbird took a single step into the air and dropped. His wings were still folded against his sides as though he were singing… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Father had stretched out his long legs and was tilting back in his chair. Mother sat with her knees crossed, in blue slacks, smoking… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
It should surprise no one that the life of the writer - such as it is - is colorless to the point of sensory… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain. This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since it means… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“What can we make of the inexpressible joy of children? It is a kind of gratitude, I think—the gratitude of the ten-year-old who wakes… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
