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
library special world
It would seem that emotions are the curse, not death-emotions that appear to have developed upon a few freaks as a special curse from Malevolence. All right then. It is our emotions that are amiss. We are freaks, the world is fine, and let us all go have lobotomies to restore us to a natural state. We can leave the library then, go back to the creek lobotomized, and live on its banks as untroubled as any muskrat or reed. You first.
world not-afraid betray
Having chosen this foolishness, I was a free being. How could the world ever stop me, how could I betray myself, if I was not afraid?
book imagination world
Private life, book life, took place where words met imagination without passing through the world.
self doe world
The painter... does not fit the paints to the world. He most certainly does not fit the world to himself. He fits himself to the paint. The self is the servant who bears the paintbox and its inherited contents.
real small-rooms world
It should surprise no one that the life of the writer - such as it is - is colorless to the point of sensory deprivation. Many writers do little else but sit in small rooms recalling the real world.
block silence world
Nature's silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
blue mountain world
I saw in a blue haze all the world poured flat and pale between the mountains
eye walking-away world
Admire the world for never ending on you -- as you would an opponent, without taking your eyes away from him, or walking away.
world accidents
I had been chipping at the world idly, and had by accident uncovered vast and labyrinthine further worlds within it.
feelings important world
What is important is the moment of opening a life and feeling it touch--with an electric hiss and cry--this speckled mineral sphere, our present world.
mind world want
The mind wants the world to return its love, or its awareness; the mind wants to know all the world, and all eternity, and God.
hate fire world
It is the fixed that horrifies us, the fixed that assails us with the tremendous force of mindlessness. The fixed is a Mason jar,and we can't beat it open. ...The fixed is a world without fire--dead flint, dead tinder, and nowhere a spark. It is motion without direction, force without power, the aimless procession of caterpillars round the rim of a vase, and I hate it because at any moment I myself might step to that charmed and glistening thread.
world
The world knew you before you knew the world.
children years world
I woke in bits, like all children, piecemeal over the years. I discovered myself and the world, and forgot them, and discovered them again.