No child on earth was ever meant to be ordinary, and you can see it in them, and they know it, too,… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The universe that suckled us is a monster that does not care if we live or die--it does not care if it… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Don't save something good for a later place. Don't hold back from your students, from the poor, don't try to keep anything… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Nature is, above all, profligate. Don't believe them when they tell you how economical and thrifty nature is, whose leaves return to… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
I still try to keep my eyes open. I'm always on the lookout for antlion traps in sandy soil, monarch pupae near… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Your freedom as a writer is not freedom of expression in the sense of wild blurting; you may not let rip. It… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
What have we been doing all these centuries but trying to call God back to the mountain, or, failing that, raise a… — Annie Dillard Copy Share Image
Today is one of those excellent January partly cloudies in which light chooses an unexpected part of the landscape to trick out… — 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
