“Say you could view a time lapse film of our planet: what would you see? Transparent images moving through light, “an infinite… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Time is the continuous loop, the snakeskin with scales endlessly overlapping without beginning or end, or time is an ascending spiral if… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“What does it feel like to be alive? Living, you stand under a waterfall. You leave the sleeping shore deliberately; you shed… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color. — 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
“What I call innocence is the spirit's unself-conscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object. It is at once… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“What I call innocence is the spirit’s unself-conscious state at any moment of pure devotion to any object. It is at once… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“I saw to the south a man walking. He was breaking ground in perfect silence. He wore a harness and pulled a… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“This hospital, like every other, is a hole in the universe through which holiness issues in blasts. It blows both ways, in… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Every day is a god, each day is a god, and holiness holds forth in time. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“I'm in the market for some present tense; I'm on the lookout, shopping around, more so every year. It's a seller's market—do… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Writers serve as the memory of a people. They chew over our public past. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“Goethe’s Faust risks all if he should cry to the moment, the 'augenblick', “Verweile doch!” “Last forever!” Who hasn’t prayed that prayer?… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
You empty yourself and wait, listening. After a time you hear it: There is nothing there...You feel the world's word as a… — 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
“There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation. There is no one here but us chickens, and… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
“I am sitting under a sycamore by Tinker Creek. I am really here, alive on the intricate earth under trees. But under… — 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
Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Noticing and remembering everything would trap bright scenes to light and fill the blank and darkening past which was already piling up… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I'm a housewife: I spend far more time on housework than anything else. — 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
