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Quote by Annie Dillard

“Hone and spread your spirit till you yourself are a sail, whetted, translucent, broadside to the merest puff.”

Work

Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is a non-fiction book that delves into the intricate details of the natural environment surrounding the creek, offering a blend of ecological research and personal reflection. The author's detailed observations of the creek's ecosystem are woven together with philosophical and spiritual insights, creating a unique narrative that celebrates the beauty and complexity of the natural world. more

Author

Annie Dillard

Annie Dillard is an American author known for her unique writing style and profound observations of nature. Born on April 30, 1945, she has written several notable works, including 'Pilgrim at Tinker Creek' and 'Under the Sun'. more

“To crank myself up I stood on a jack and ran myself up. I tightened myself like a bolt. I inserted myself in a vise-clamp and wound the handle till the pressure built. I drank coffee in titrated doses. It was a tricky business, requiring the finely tuned judgment of a skilled anesthesiologist. There was a tiny range within which coffee was effective, short of which it was useless, and beyond which, fatal.”

Judgment Built Pressure Coffee Wounds Tiny Handle Useless Range Ran Drank Tricky Dose Bolts Crank

Author:Annie Dillard

“What could you say to a dying person that would not enrage by its triviality?”

Persons Dying Triviality

Book:The Abundance

Source: The Abundance

“But enough is enough. One turns at last even from glory itself with a sigh of relief. From the depths of mystery, and even from the heights of splendor, we bounce back and hurry for the latitudes of home.”

Enough Home Lasts Turns Mystery Glory Depth Height Relief Sigh Splendor Bounce Latitude Enough Is Enough Sigh Of Relief

Book:Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters

Source: Teaching a Stone to Talk: Expeditions and Encounters

“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 wouldnt believe the world existed.”