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
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People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subject inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
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As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker.
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Evolution loves death more than it loves you or me. This is easy to write, easy to read, and hard to believe.
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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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When I teach, I preach. I thump the Bible. I exhort my students morally. I talk to them about the dedicated life.
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We sleep to time's hurdy-gurdy; we wake, if ever we wake, to the silence of God. And then, when we wake to the deep shores of time uncreated, then when the dazzling dark breaks over the far slopes of time, then it's time to toss things, like our reason, and our will; then it's time to break our necks for home. There are no events but thoughts and the heart's hard turning, the heart's slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.
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The writer studies literature, not the world. He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write.
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Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane in an awed and perfect obedience to an absolute geometry that even stones -- maybe only the stones -- understood.
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I startled a weasel who startled me, and we exchanged a long glance. . . . Our eyes locked, and someone threw away the key.
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The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind. Hone and spread your spirit, till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.
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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 for yourself 'cause it'll turn to ashes.
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I had good innings, as the British say. I wrote for 38 years at the top of my form, and I wanted to quit on a high note.
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I write in my own journal when something extraordinary or funny happens. And there's some nice imagery in there. I don't think of what to do with it.