One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“What I sought in books was imagination. It was depth, depth of thought and feeling; some sort of extreme of subject matter;… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Dedicate (donate, give all) your life to something larger than yourself and pleasure - to the largest thing you can: to God,… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I wake up thinking: What am I reading? What will I read next? I'm terrified that I'll run out, that I will… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
If you're going to publish a book, you probably are going to make a fool of yourself. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish… — 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
The reader's ear must adjust down from loud life to the subtle, imaginary sounds of the written word. An ordinary reader picking… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“As a child I read hoping to learn everything, so I could be like my father. I hoped to combine my father's… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Hemingway studied, as models, the novels of Knut Hamsun and Ivan Turgenev. Isaac Bashevis Singer, as it happened, also chose Hamsun and… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“One of the few things I know about writing is this:spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, right away, every… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Love so sprang at her, she honestly thought no one had ever looked into it. Where was it in literature? Someone would… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
All my books started out as extravagant and ended up pure and plain. — 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
“I chanced on a wonderful book by Marius von Senden, called Space and Sight. . . . For the newly sighted, vision… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Out of a human population on earth of four and a half billion, perhaps twenty people can write a book in a… — 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
