3 December 2020 Annie Dillard Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination can meet memory in the dark.
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it degrades the seeker.
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard Eskimo: ‘If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?’ Priest: ‘No, not if you did not know.’ Eskimo: ‘Then why did you tell me?’
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard Buddhism notes that it is always a mistake to think your soul can go it alone.
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable.
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard It’s a little silly to finally learn how to write at this age. But I long ago realized I was secretly sincere.
3 December 2020 Annie Dillard It is ironic that the one thing that all religions recognize as separating us from our creator, our very self-consciousness, is also the one thing that divides us from our fellow creatures. It was a bitter birthday present from evolution.
