A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as a dying friend. I hold its hand and… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Painters work from the ground up. The latest version of a painting overlays earlier versions, and obliterates them. Writers, on the other… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside by a generous hand. But- and this is the point- who… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one,… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
When I was six or seven years old, growing up in Pittsburgh, I used to take a precious penny of my own… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Possibly everyone now dead considered his own death as a freak accident, a mistake. Some bad luck caused it. Every enterprising man… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I know only enough of God to want to worship him, by any means ready to hand. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand - that of finding workable compromises between the sublimity 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
