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
addiction new-day-new-beginning new-life-new-beginning
I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
writing grace looks
At its best, the sensation of writing is that of any unmerited grace. It is handed to you, but only if you look for it.
time men grace
Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
beautiful real chimneys
The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful?
giving lost
Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you.
thinking artist names
How can people think that artists seek a name? There is no such thing as an artist - only the world, lit or unlit, as the world allows.
fall rivers knowing
Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.
spiritual air wind
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
life gestures stuff
The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
caring human-nature humans
Caring passionately about something isn't against nature, and it isn't against human nature. It's what we're here to do.
book writing hands
I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as a dying friend. I hold its hand and hope it will get better.
time hands schedules
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.
fear flower rocks
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.
rest-in-peace mystery life-is
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.