Geoff Dyer

Annie Dillard was born in 1945 in Pennsylvania. She is a much-celebrated poet, novelist and essayist and author of thirteen books, including the Pulitzer Prize-winning Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. She is a member of the Academy of Arts and Letters and has received fellowship grants from the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation and the National Endowment for the Arts. She was awarded the 2014 National Humanities Medal for her work deepening the understanding of the human experience. www.anniedillard.com



Jazz was about making your own sound, finding a way to be different from everybody else, never playing the same thing two nights running

But Beautiful

Geoff Dyer

The sand is made of gypsum—whatever that is—and is as bright as newfallen snow. Brighter, actually. It’s really quite unbelievable that anything can be so bright

White Sands

Geoff Dyer

You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars themselves neither require nor demand it.

The Abundance

Annie Dillard

The point is that there is no meantime. There was just that moment and now there is this moment with nothing in between, just the accordion collapsing and expanding, the tune unchanging

The Ongoing Moment

Geoff Dyer

I had come to Yugoslavia to see what history meant in flesh and blood.

Black Lamb and Grey Falcon

Rebecca West