Way Quotes by Annie Dillard

The way we live our days, is the way we live our lives.

— Annie Dillard

No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.

— Annie Dillard

The way you live your days is the way you live your life.

— Annie Dillard

The way to learn about a writer is to read the text. Or texts.

— Annie Dillard

You are wrong if you think that you can in any way take the vision and tame it to the page. The…

— Annie Dillard

The sense impressions of one-celled animals are not edited for the brain. This is philosophically interesting in a rather mournful way, since…

— Annie Dillard

If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair... or go into business. You’ve got to jump off cliffs…

— Annie Dillard

Could two live that way? Could two live under the wild rose, and explore by the pond, so that the smooth mind…

— Annie Dillard

No one can help you if you're stuck in a work. Only you can figure a way out, because only you can…

— Annie Dillard

Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I…

— Annie Dillard

When I walk with a camera, I walk from shot to shot, reading the light on a calibrated meter. When I walk…

— Annie Dillard

“Let the grass die. I let almost all of my indoor plants die from neglect while I was writing the book. There…

— Annie Dillard

You are wrong if you think that you can in any way take the vision and tame it... The vision is not…

— Annie Dillard

There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in…

— Annie Dillard

All the green in the planted world consists of these whole, rounded chloroplasts wending their ways in water. If you analyze a…

— Annie Dillard

Peeping through my keyhold I see within the range of only about 30 percent of the light that comes from the sun;…

— Annie Dillard

When you open a book,” the sentimental library posters said, “anything can happen.” This was so. A book of fiction was a…

— Annie Dillard

When I was six or seven years old, growing up in Pittsburgh, I used to take a precious penny of my own…

— Annie Dillard