Reading Annie Dillard is perfect pleasure; any of her books qualify as gems. Open one to a random page and start anywhere. You’ll be hooked. See for yourself. This is from Teaching a Stone to Talk:
I have a taste for solitude, and silence, and for what Plotinus called “the flight of the alone to the Alone.” I have a taste for solitude. Sir John Franklin had, apparently, a taste for backgammon. Is either of these appropriate to conditions?
You quit your house and country, quit your ship, and quit your companions in the tent, saying, “I am just going outside and may be some time.” The light on the far side of the blizzard lures you. You walk, and one day you enter the spread heart of silence, where lands dissolve and seas become vapor and ices sublime under unknown stars. This is the end of the Via Negativa, the lightless edge where the slopes of knowledge dwindle, and love for its own sake, lacking an object, begins.
Go to this book for the author’s breathtaking description of a total eclipse. Draw your meaning privately from her recorded observations. In every paragraph, she gives you just enough to set your thoughts spinning, jolt loose old memories, and grant them new emotional significance. I don’t know whether her achievement as a writer requires a disciplined mind or a completely free one, but I suspect the answer is both.