Just once I wanted a task that required all the joy I had. Day after day I had noticed that if I waited long enough, my strong unexpressed joy would dwindle and dissipate inside me, like a fire subsiding . . . . Just this once I wanted to let it rip.
Annie DillardTime is the warp and matter the weft of the woven texture of beauty in space, and death is the hurling shuttle.
Annie DillardA shepherd on a hilltop who looks at a mess of stars and thinks, ‘There’s a hunter, a plow, a fish,’ is making mental connections that have as much real force in the universe as the very fires in those stars themselves.
Annie DillardHe is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.
Annie Dillard