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 Annie Dillard - “Cruelty is a mystery and a waste of pain”
 Annie Dillard - “Somewhere, and I can't find where, I read about an Eskimo hunter who asked the local missionary priest, If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell No, said the priest, not if you did not know”
 Annie Dillard - “I think the dying pray at the last not please but thank you as a guest thanks his host at the door”
 Annie Dillard - “If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be too cynical. Well, that's nonsense. You've got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.”
 Annie Dillard - “It could be that our faithlessness is a cowering cowardice born of our very smallness, a massive failure of imagination. If we were to judge nature by common sense or likelihood, we wouldn't believe the world existed.”
 Annie Dillard - “It could be that our faithlessness is a cowering cowardice born of our very smallness, a massive failure of imagination... If we were to judge nature by common sense or likelihood, we wouldn't believe the world existed.”
 Annie Dillard - “I don't know what it is about fecundity that so appalls. I suppose it is the teeming evidence that birth and growth, which we value, are ubiquitous and blind, that life itself is so astonishingly cheap, that nature is as careless as it is bountiful, and that with extravagance goes a crushing waste that will one day include our own cheap lives.”
 Annie Dillard - “I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them...”
 Annie Dillard - “Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the belt in the engine of belief that keeps you and your desk in midair.”
 Annie Dillard - “The writer studies literature, not the world. He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write.”
 Annie Dillard - “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.”
 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.”
 Annie Dillard - “Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing. Aim past the wood, aim through the wood aim for the chopping block.”
 Annie Dillard - “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.”
 Annie Dillard - “As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go through life like a plankton net.”
 Annie Dillard - “The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.”
 Annie Dillard - “There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.”
 Annie Dillard - “I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.”
 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”
 Annie Dillard - “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.”
 Annie Dillard - “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.”
 Annie Dillard - “I woke at intervals until . . . the intervals of waking tipped the scales, and I was more often awake than not.”
 Annie Dillard - “Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.”
 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.”
 Annie Dillard - “Every book has an intrinsic impossibility, which its writer discovers as soon as his first excitement dwindles.”

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