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.

Quote by Annie Dillard

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Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the...

Your work is to keep cranking the flywheel that turns the gears that spin the...

An Inuit hunter asked the local missionary priest: If I did not know about God...

An Inuit hunter asked the local missionary priest: If I did not know about God...

There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.

There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.

I think the dying pray at the last not please but thank you as a...

I think the dying pray at the last not please but thank you as a...

The writer studies literature, not the world. He is careful of what he reads, for...

The writer studies literature, not the world. He is careful of what he reads, for...

Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination...

Appealing workplaces are to be avoided. One wants a room with no view, so imagination...

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to...

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to...

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It...

A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It...

The painter... does not fit the paints to the world. He most certainly does not...

The painter... does not fit the paints to the world. He most certainly does not...

As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it...

As soon as beauty is sought not from religion and love, but for pleasure, it...

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.

Cruelty is a mystery and a waste of pain

Cruelty is a mystery and a waste of pain

You can't test courage cautiously.

You can't test courage cautiously.

Eskimo: If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?...

Eskimo: If I did not know about God and sin, would I go to hell?...

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved...

Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, like the idle, curved...

There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness...

There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness...

Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing....

Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing....

Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane...

Crystals grew inside rock like arithmetic flowers. They lengthened and spread, added plane to plane...

As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go...

As a life's work, I would remember everything - everything, against loss. I would go...