Every spring he vowed to quit teaching school, and every summer he missed his pupils and searched for them on the streets.
Annie DillardNature's silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
Annie DillardWho and of what import were the men whose bones bulk the Great Wall, the thirty million Mao starved, or the thirty million children not yet five who die each year now? Why, they are the insignificant others, of course; living or dead, they are just some of the plentiful others...And you? To what end were we billions of oddballs born?
Annie Dillard