Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I'd seen a great many partial eclipses, but a partial eclipse has the same relation to a total eclipse as flirting with… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
An Eskimo shaman said, Life's greatest danger lies in the fact that man's food consists entirely of souls. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Who and of what import were the men whose bones bulk the Great Wall, the thirty million Mao starved, or the thirty… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The gaps are the thing. The gaps are the spirit's one home, the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I never met a man who was shaken by a field of identical blades of grass. An acre of poppies and a… — 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
Hasidism has a tradition that one of man's purposes is to assist God in the work of redemption by "hallowing" the things… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
If even rock was interesting, if even this ugliness was worth whole shelves at the library, required sophisticated tools to study, and… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Unless all ages and races of men have been deluded by the same mass hypnotist (who?), there seems to be such 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
