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Annie Dillard

"Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing. Aim past the wood, aim through the wood; aim for the chopping block."

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"Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing. Aim past the wood, aim through the wood; aim for the chopping block."

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"Out of the water, I am nothing."

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"If you do not know how to ask the right question, you discover nothing."

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"He that will be angry for anything will be angry for nothing."

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"I've been down there 6 times and there's nothing like Brazilian percussion."

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"A witty saying proves nothing."

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"The best way to be boring is to leave nothing out."

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"There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind."
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"The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock."
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"I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs."
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"I am a sacrifice bound with cords to the horns of the world's rock altar, waiting for worms. I take a deep breath, I open my eyes. Looking, I see there are worms in the horns of the altar like live maggots in amber, there are shells of worms in the rock and moths flapping at my eyes. A wind from no place rises. A sense of the real exults me; the cords loosen: I walk on my way."
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"It is difficult to undo our own damage, and to recall to our presence that which we have asked to leave. It is hard to desecrate a grove and change your mind. The very holy mountains are keeping mum. We doused the burning bush and cannot rekindle it; we are lighting matches in vain under every green tree."
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"It could be that God has absconded but spread, as our vision and understanding of the universe have spread, to a fabric of spirit and sense so grand and subtle, so powerful in a new way, that we can only feel blindly of its hem."
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"On plenty of days the writer can write three or four pages, and on plenty of other days he concludes he must throw them away."
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"He judged the instant and let go, he flung himself loose into the stars."
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"The soul may ask God for anything, and never fail."
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