Annie Dillard
Annie Dillard
Annie Dillardis an American author, best known for her narrative prose in both fiction and non-fiction. She has published works of poetry, essays, prose, and literary criticism, as well as two novels and one memoir. Her 1974 work Pilgrim at Tinker Creek won the 1975 Pulitzer Prize for General Nonfiction. Dillard taught for 21 years in the English department of Wesleyan University, in Middletown, Connecticut...
ProfessionNon-Fiction Author
Date of Birth30 April 1945
CityPittsburgh, PA
writing dying ifs
Write as if you are dying.
discipline doe littles
Doing something does not require discipline. It creates its own discipline - with a little help from caffeine.
work vocabulary skills
There must be bands of enthusiasts for everything on earth-fanatics who shared a vocabulary, a batch of technical skills and equipment, and, perhaps, a vision of some single slice of the beauty and mystery of things, of their complexity, fascination, and unexpectedness.
book mind passionate
Almost all of my many passionate interests, and my many changes of mind, came through books. Books prompted the many vows I made to myself.
eye trying soil
I still try to keep my eyes open. I'm always on the lookout for antlion traps in sandy soil, monarch pupae near milkweed, skipper larvae in locust leaves. These things are utterly common, and I've not seen one
want creatures
The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.
firsts extroverts introvert
When I first read the words 'introvert' and 'extrovert' when I was 10, I thought I was both.
book extravagant pure
All my books started out as extravagant and ended up pure and plain.
book written
Johnston's books are beautifully written and among the funniest I have ever read.
children innocence beast
The courage of children and beasts is a function of innocence.
strong morning butterfly
The morning woods were utterly new. A strong yellow light pooled beneath the trees; my shadow appeared and vanished on the path, since a third of the trees I walked under were still bare, a third spread a luminous haze wherever they grew, and another third blocked the sun with new, whole leaves. The snakes were out - I saw a bright, smashed one on the path - and the butterflies were vaulting and furling about; the phlox was at its peak, and even the evergreens looked greener, newly created and washed.
memories writing past
Writers serve as the memory of a people. They chew over our public past.
games novel reader
The novel is a game or joke shared between author and reader.
simple littles calling
Are you living just a little and calling that life?